' I wuz innocent' he cries, <br />his hands upraised in righteousness, <br /> <br />the gun still smoking in his right hand, <br />a handful of his opponent's shirt in his left, <br /> <br />his arm smeared with mud from the ball's illicit touch, <br />his boot toecapped in the sunlight, <br /> <br />gleaming wet with his rival's blood<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-comment-on-the-ethics-of-millionaire-footballers/
