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-
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