Goodbye To NFL


Goodbye To NFL

The fiddler from his stance still cries, aloft

about tradition for his family;

that manner written in his book, but ‘oft

belies that new norms may, conclusive, be.

And so, America abandons flag;

respect for anthem now no longer sung.

We hear free speech a woeful waste; a hag

like Berkeley’s needs are willful, shameful rung.

Tradition dies with men of weaker will

and may attendance at the game be lame.

My hand is ‘oer my heart. I’ll sing until

tradition and its voice may yet remain.

I’ll shut my TV off for NFL

and miss that twilight’s gleam upon our hill.

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