THE MISSING LINKS
Soccer is an interesting game;
Who says no? Tell him all the fun
To watch so much intelligence
Of mathematical dexterity that goes into
Chasing that single inflated bag
Filled not less half, but bloated full with air.
Yes! But who dreamt of all those
Jerseys, whistles, balls, boots and scoreboards,
And could not conjecture a better entertainment
Of playing nude on slippery sand?
Do men fill their bellies with air to play soccer?
Where from all those satellites and televisions
That hypnotize strong men
And fill their hearts with so much tension
To cheer and sob at once like children;
With confusion in their empty chambers?
How do these players and spectators fly like birds
To share in the actions of the fixtures?
Well, my people! As we contend
For our silver cups and bronze medals,
Let us not forget to ponder over
Our technological jig-saw bizarre
And the political monopoly puzzle of Africa.