Preview edition — Poet in the Battlefield is still in progress. The poem is as it appears in the video; the commentary is a working draft.
Here, the atmosphere charged from the cheers, came with a wave that took off all hats.
It struck like a spear across all spheres of life for the love of a game not mere but dear to the hearts
We have come together lifting our flags higher over the mountains and tagging them unstained by the fountains.
Soaring in good spirit in the split and sprint of seconds, we rose to the anthem as the trumpet blew on spectacle
At the stadium, blazing fans already in uproar prior to the game were in sync with our country's best giving their all without thoughts of obstacle.
And will their all, may they not fall but stand tall to the call and break all the null wall encountered with the game's ball.
Sitting by the counter at the bar, I watched the atmosphere turned to hype with drumbeats as we clapped our hands and sang in flow and unison.
As the goals turn from brace to hat-trick, I saw it pricked the losing fans whom most left without trace and the few who stayed were in silent hopes to the ninetieth minute.
For the winning fans, never mute, had tears of joy, laughs and an aura of confidence in utterance of suited prediction
At the end of the day, we will leave shaking hands, encourage ourselves for the better as we climb up stronger for our entertainment in the tournament.
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Commentary
This poem carries the language of war into a football stadium. Flags, anthems, roaring fans and a late goal turn the game into a battlefield where the only casualty is hope, and the poem ends in handshakes.
The “atmosphere charged from the cheers” strikes “like a spear,” a wave that “took off all hats.” Supporters lift “our flags higher over the mountains” and rise to the anthem “as the trumpet blew on spectacle.”
At the stadium “blazing fans” are “in sync with our country’s best,” and the poem hopes the team will “stand tall to the call” and “break all the null wall” of the opposition. From a seat “by the counter at the bar,” the speaker watches the mood turn “to hype with drumbeats.”
As “the goals turn from brace to hat-trick,” the losing fans leave “without trace,” while the winners have “tears of joy, laughs and an aura of confidence.” The last line turns the battle into a friendly ending: “we will leave shaking hands.”