ON THE FALL OF GERMANY IN THE WORLD CUP <br />------------------- <br /> <br />When heroes fail <br />they do not wail; <br />they do not cry <br />but only in the sly <br /> <br />my men were strong <br />they did no wrongs, <br />they came and went <br />goals none did they sent <br /> <br />before they burnt <br />to ashes hot <br />they heeled the ball <br />toying with their balls <br /> <br />nimble and swift <br />their names lifted heads <br />they were klosing others paths <br />and mulling others hearts <br /> <br />they were spine scatterers <br />they webbed spidering all along <br />they spread into the field <br />like the netting hunter <br />they closed upon the field <br />hankying it into pockets sealed <br /> <br />I love the Germans <br />for the beauty of their play <br />the lovely games they swayed <br />into their winning pots arrayed <br /> <br />Yet, it was the last match <br />the hour of defeat snatched <br />from the legs of our knights <br />the goals they launched to our delight <br /> <br /> <br />latching the door to the gold cup <br />parting their pace half way <br />the Heroes fell astray <br />yet, never did they cry <br />braving with chests of dismay! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !<br /><br />lalitha iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-heroes-fall/
