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![]() Sorry to Hear You Got Trampled During an Egyptian Soccer MatchSorry to hear you got trampled during an Egyptian soccer match Kicking goals in the name of the Lord Your knee and leg they will re-attach A violent fan, separated them with a sword Risk your life watching, Egyptians playing soccer Like the gladiators in the days of ancient Rome Players keep knives and guns hidden in their lockers Lose the game, there’s a chance, they won’t make it back home Become obsessively nationalistic, trained as little babies In the fan’s eyes, all you see is a vacuous, blank stare Running on the field, see a case of advanced Rabies Egyptian history, in dire need, of a modern repair Security police refuse to safeguard and interfere Watch the fans riot, observe intense, psychotic rages Seventy-nine fans dead, the local papers will cheer Egypt is still playing, in the distant Middle Ages Fighting and killing, these fans of murder, are accomplished It’s just incredible, what complete ignorance, can bring The scenario never changes, hatred has flourished A known symptom, of the disease, called Arab Spring Sorry to hear you got trampled during an Egyptian soccer match These dreadful consequences, defy all logic and reason A few broken ribs, a souvenir soccer ball to catch And to think, this soccer game, was only pre-season Send this Whackocard to your friends! |