Fanatics Kicking The Ball Around Poem by Dmitry Wild

those fanatics kicking the ball around
waiting for someone to make the connection with his will
of pleasing the crowds
the screaming yelling fans
focused on the projection of the ball in the air
whose path is changed at will
thank god the ball has no will of his own
he would bend players fates to him

but observe the point
that once the ball falls in they yell
the nerves let go
and steam has been let out
what about the dying bird wrapped in oil
it's focus is gleam
prospects of living are few
it's trying to clean itself of bloody waste

what if we focused that precision of our eye on a flying ball
on making a vehicle without wheels
without using bloody mass of earth's reserves
for moving our needs around
to watch the ball go in
and yell, extreme happiness
fanatics of absurd!

we are still so far away from pure joy
the ones the aliens bestowed on us
in good classic movies
glowing with light
they showed us love
do u know such glowing love?
it's there it is inside,
just reach out
and then yell
THIS GOAL is MINE!