328/
Running on fumes,
Scrapping on reserves,
but still go fast,
Needle on the reds,
I feel like Klopp in ‘24,
Third eye cyclops,
Laser beam my scope,
Shoot for the moon like I’m Gabriel,
Hard press, the boots is iron,
Farewell, Redbull energy is the boost,
Maresca, my mind keeps changing course,
Ten Hag, I split every thought into two arguments,
A little distracted thinking about Ange,
I got flagged to HR for inappropriate pressing - Postecoglou tactics,
Save me a Slot before I am sacked by my own head.
327/
Vigil, opps try to man mark my blessings,
But my God calls the shots,
They parking the bus, whole team on pressure,
Still split the lines - Fernandes, I’ll even assist the own goals,
Haram football, still I find the net, Halal Haaland,
Raya with the golden glove, every save gets the MJ spotlight,
Small feet big boots, call me Liam Rosenior,
Igor Tudor how I’m in and out these random thoughts,
To be Frank, I write in spurts like Spurs,
Amorim with magnets at Grimsby, redesigning my mistakes
Tell grandpa the name hasn’t fallen yet,
Tell my aunties the family tree is still growing strong,
Tell my uncles their heart still beats through me,
And tell Adam, we haven’t forgotten yet
326/
Dear brother,
Deep sighs whether to post this, maan,
They said I’m male so I shldnt mail too many attachments,
too many feelings,
Shadrach and Meshach, that was us through the fire,
We will not eat the king’s meat,
Political correctness, they flagged us,
We will not bow,
Brother,
How are the meals?
Do u even need them?
Did anyone recognise and welcome u?
Do they speak our language?
What music plays over there?
Tell me something;
Do you look down on us now…
or are we still the ones looking up?
If you see my pops,
tell him to check his voicemail
325/
I hear the sound of many waters,
Birth pangs,
labour pains,
open cries,
That refuse to be on mute,
A continent on maternity,
not for a moment,
but for an eternity,
From sons and daughters of the soil,
tongues divided,
Fed lies that never add up,
Confusion multiplied,
Resources ripped, justice RIP’d,
Justice legally blind,
curtains dimming the shine of sons and daughters,
Castles for a few, lagers for the masses,
And the many,
still cry,
still push,
Coz something must be born,
Not just survival,
but justice,
Not just a hope,
but dignity,
Crocodile tears in press releases,
Wolves in sheepskin, comfortable with lies,
Even the shepherds pasteurise, distill us like bugs,
Crabs in a bucket, pooling each other down,
Warm pond now brought to a boil, too late for feeling froggy.
324/
ANIMAL FARM
Planet of the apes,
Pit against the bull,
But I still act bamboozled when they Panda,
When they swallow the baddest worms,
Octopus hands in the cookie jar,
Neck in the noose, my G, it’s rough 🦒
Loopholes a maze, look out for rats inside,
Green bombers, tiny wings causing chaos,
I say nay to the horseplay,
Owl vision through the blindfold,
Eye of a fish eagle,
Wise waters I know them whale,
323/
CURRENCY 💷 🌊
Intimidated by his 6th sense,
Yet he stayed franc,
Made their hearts pound,
Quietly they would Yen,
Wishing to catch him with his pence down,
Bounty unclaimed, never cashed out,
Never gave a fork at dinar time,
But stayed in his quarters,