Trophy of Our World- The Cups

Trophy of our world takes place

Where mediocre holds no grace

Eye to foot or head the ball

Vuvuzelas sound the call

Trumpets shaking land and space

Men a field of every race

Earth's elite have set the pace

Sporting stars stand proud and tall

Trophy of our world

Nations war to our disgrace

Millions die without a trace

Greed and rage fulfill the fall

Trumpets speak to one and all
Taste a kiss and last embrace

Trophy of our world

-Hermit King-