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Oct 2014
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.
CORNEL PUNK
Written by
CORNEL PUNK  NSUKKA,ENUGU STATE
(NSUKKA,ENUGU STATE)   
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