Power Junkies Using Up the World

Two football fans face each other,

Across a globe shaped pitch,

Both support their favourite team,

As if they are bewitched,

One wears stars and stripes,

The other sports a crescent,

With snarls and growls so immature,

They are equally unpleasant.

These fans both love to cheer their team,

Until such time does pass,

When both decide their counterpart,

Is a pain in their cute arse,

Both opine their team is best,

Mock and ridicule the other,

Until it all becomes a mess,

With brother fighting brother.

Then red dyes all their clothes,

Their hair,

Their streets,

Then red’s the only colour...

...Never can you change a mind,

That is certain it is right,

When can we all learn to opine,

Without a bloody fight?