Spectators Poem by Haruna Garba

Emotional arena packed tight
Relegated judges of some sort
Minds balancing on gyroscope
Diverse wishes sitting so close

The central judge with a whistle
The linesmen carrying little flags
And the video assistant guy boxed
All to ascertain true justice done

Here shuttles the inscrutable ball
Stuff manhandled in skilful moves
With infringements occurring so often
Which even saints can't really avoid

With twin flags flying the sidelines
How often the referee turns a squint
And every manager sees different
Half the spectators the verdict curse

Come off it my dear great friends
See, there can't be justice so perfect
And as you see the whole of it
They feed you the make believe