W~ORLD CUP is here again.
O~rnament of a golden cup that bring all people
'R~ound the world into one canopy.
L~et us stay in glee and watch those to
D~raw,lose or win their matches.
C~ompetition is a survivial of the fittest.
U~nprepared,untalented,unlucky and non-prayerful
P~roduces lose and religation.

In helter-skelter everyone scatter.
I joined the rest of  
legs to jump gutter.
Everyone is an Africa  jet.
Flying dug above the  moon.
Countless permanently fell to  
the earth.
Now east is a hell
and north,an earthquake.
While west is a flooding ocean.
Forked lightening
and thunder guard the south.
Yet the center is slippery.
Death is calling everyone.
Our Eden became ***** and Gomorrah.
I ran to undestiny  
destination,
being pursue by guns and cutlasses.
Panting like hunting  dog.
I stumbled and fell into a trance.
I saw an old blind woman,
too blind to behold darkness.
Jubliating with hands
placed on her head.
Mother can't recognize her child,
let alone an eye desirer.
I am as helpless as  
helpless herself.
I was so paralysed to stand up.
I gazed at her with eyes of mercy
but was posses with  
legs of paralysis.
Because life race is forever.
Continually falling
and rising
in dying and living,
I ran to an edge
I lifted up my head
and saw a gun
pointing at my forehead

The whole wideworld is very wide,
to contain my can and your container.
So why fighting with frown face?
over nothing about no one at nowhere.
Let no great greed grind your heart,
to make illegal money on monkeys.
Collect no naughty nut from Nathan in the north
and sell no shell that belong to Samuel who sails at south.
Mind only the business that bears your beard.
So live and let us live
Gush! if your goodness got finished call on God,
instead of eating easter eggs that is own by Emma.

Spirit of Basho_
breathing in and out
of gases
to haiku writers

We were talented team.
Our success flowed like stream.
We were the best players
of the highest layers.
We were paid the highest
for we're thought to beat the toughest.
We were the most respectful.
In us everyone is hopeful.
We were very popular.
We had no similar.

But anything that started with proud,
it's shameful fall
sounds aloud.
We were clothed by shame,
when our fans put us at blame.
We failed many consecutive times
without our well wishers feeling our rhymes.
With our jearsy we covered our face'.
No one stood in our place.
We bitterly wept in
pain
like a woman to be
slain'.

Anything that have beginning
must have an ending.
Any day that had morning
must equally have  
evening.
After retreat on our  
dignity,
we cooperated with  
absolute humility.
Players obeyed the
headcoach.
Coach respect
player's approach.
Then we,with myraid
fans lifted up
a golden championship cup.