He runs at people very fast
He runs and runs around
Sometimes he’s tripped
Sometimes he falls
Sometimes he goes to ground
He’s very good at what he does
A footballer supreme
Often abused un-sportingly
The Sterling boy Raheem
Now penalties are quite an art
The getting them I mean
With every body watching now
And the powerful TV screen
It used to be bad tackles
And handball the foul deed
But now the faintest contact
A touch is all you need
Collapse just like a house of cards
Fall over hold your knee
Raise your hands and scream like hell
Surround the referee
Well England deserved to win the game
But that is not the point
The end never justifies the means
If so we are out of joint
So Raheem ran into the box
Defenders all around
He fell or was he pushed?
I think he went to ground
Brian Fahy
8 July 2021
Erris Poetry 