MY TERRORIST FRIEND, STOP THIS GAME NOW!
Oh! My dear friend, I am so tired
It’s the time now for stopping this game
Also the spectators, I see, tired,
Wilted and cry out for stopping this game

You violated rules of match always for winning
But, you won no matches and still things are same
No one is happy in viewing you winning
You might be wrong on the way of this game

Oh! No, this ground is now wet with my blood
You can’t be brutal to kick on my wounds
Oh! My dear friend, I toll of my blood
Kicking and punching and hitting my wounds

Some of the viewers are frightened, you see!
The exploding explosions you made in games
They are in anguish and grief, you may see
With you, that I think they joined in games

Why are you declining children from playing?
Whom are you thinking of foe out of them?
Taking revenge, is not good in this sporting,
Merciless, ruthless and heartless on them

How could you diverse from mode of the Coach,
Honest, so caring, so loving and prominent
You must now follow that fantastic Coach
You must now know that He is dominant

Father, for all, has procreated ground
All are so permitted playing so freely
Try not to become a terror on this ground
Certainly, you will be penalized so highly

It’s the time now for stopping this game
Father may come and now clobber so well!
It’s the time now for stopping this game
Or, you may be carried by Father to hell!

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