Seed Of Our Demise, the

Now that the lines are drawn,
the players named and sworn
to serve with valour, girded of
the loins in polished leather
cinctured brass upon the brows,

– now our worthy battle can begin;
and in the din of deeds victorious or
callow row of acts of shameful cowardice
we’ll learn again the causal creeds’
malevolent beginning. This is the seed

of our demise, we breed to live, endure
to fight, survive despite the brutal scene
of brothers killed within the screen,
sandwiched between the ads in
our daily planned TV insanity...
© 1 April 2007, I.D. Carswell