Praised be you, Supreme Jabulani!
Moulded in the shape of the Earth.
Feisty men chasing you in madness
That is the design of the game’s maker.
The crusading Nations for the Cup
Almost like a religion’s fan-ship and furor.
Day seems like night and night
like endless giant stadium with arc lights.
Time passes unnoticed between my glare
and the umpire’s quartzite.
But I am not sure whether
It’s the team or the game or the excitement,
That draws me like moth to the screen!
Wonder that I may be born as Jabulani
In the life after next in the ocean-like stadium.
Call it time, space, or eternity?
Jabulani you “revolve” the human consciousness.
You weave humanity, race and economics all into sports
Your deserve your Zulu Name “rejoice”.
I adore you, the supreme sphere!
(Versifying for the love of the game)
Karma Thinley
July 8, 2010
Moulded in the shape of the Earth.
Feisty men chasing you in madness
That is the design of the game’s maker.
The crusading Nations for the Cup
Almost like a religion’s fan-ship and furor.
Day seems like night and night
like endless giant stadium with arc lights.
Time passes unnoticed between my glare
and the umpire’s quartzite.
But I am not sure whether
It’s the team or the game or the excitement,
That draws me like moth to the screen!
Wonder that I may be born as Jabulani
In the life after next in the ocean-like stadium.
Call it time, space, or eternity?
Jabulani you “revolve” the human consciousness.
You weave humanity, race and economics all into sports
Your deserve your Zulu Name “rejoice”.
I adore you, the supreme sphere!
(Versifying for the love of the game)
Karma Thinley
July 8, 2010
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