A Kick About
And the battle rages on, flailing sticks and stones
Well aimed kicks and chops meant to break bones
Long standing rivalry, deep set in their marrow
A rout on one side, a regroup and gritted teeth to face a police charge that follow
These factions of poles and Russians
Have no insight of future repercussions
Soaked, running, others cringe from water not from a shower
But from water cannon with its awesome power
These fighters, in front of their peers, have had their fame
They weren't here for the game.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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