“Let Them Get What They Deserve”
I hope that everyone who cheers for the game,
Who paints their face and chants a name,
Gets what he deserves, be it thrill or dismay—
For worshipping leather kicked in play.
Let them feel the rise and fall,
Of nations bound by a stitched white ball.
If they sell their soul to stadium roars,
May they find meaning in tribal wars.
If they throw fists for goals and pride,
Let karma stand right by their side.
And if they dream in turf and fame,
Let them wear their shame like flame.
So I hope they get it, loud and clear—
Every chant, every jeer.
Let the ball roll through their fate—
For love or hate—it’s far too late.
May Kurdistan rise, and soccer fans/mainstream sports industry/Goal lords and jersey priests/the temple of sweaty idols/The circus in cleats/Tribal cheer profiteers rot in the archives of failure.