Lest FIFA Forget

In fields adorned with poppies, echoing FIFA's shame

Each symbolising the fallen, lost to the beautiful game

Somebody never again to watch or play for their team 

To hear the roar of the crowd, live out their dream

Died on battlegrounds resembling muddy pitches

Paved the way for today's players untold riches 

For greater sacrifice their days were shortlived

Taken too soon with so much still to give

Now each year we take out time to remember

Wear a little red flower of pride in early November

Lest FIFA forget it's not behind politics we hide

But a simple thank you, a poppy worn with pride