Yet another God
Not spared the rod.
Shown the card of red
God’s color – red.
Even as he threw in headers in succession,
First, hit the post,
Second, Materazzi’s chest.
Ah… Yet another racial row
Sweat pouring down his brow.
In a display of incurred wrath,
the God of the moment shows him the path…
Billions of bleeding hearts miss beats.
Tears pouring down their cheeks.
That God with astounding magical touch and ball control
couldn’t keep his temper under control
Unthinkable that with a head butt, he must
malign a glorious career and leave them in the dust.
Head bowed he trudges off,
hopefully not into oblivion.