PELE

It was almost seven decades ago
The greatest tragedy to strike the place
People had not received a bigger blow
They vowed to avenge this greatest disgrace.

They had waited for eight grueling years.
What a wait ‘twas! A prophet had risen
Among their ranks, to wipe away their tears
And guide them towards a new horizon.

Nascimento Pele was his great name.
Just a small kid of seventeen, was he
When he struck two, to bring eternal fame
And help his country lift its first trophy.

From then on ‘twas twelve years of dominance.
Three times did they lift the coveted cup.
Under his great wisdom and sheer brilliance
They always went further and higher up.

They were feared in all corners of the globe
Just because of this one boy named Pele.
They always donned the Canarinho robe
Which kept them above the constant melee.

Today, Pele no more graces the game
But his legacy lives and will live till
The apocalypse puts out his bright flame
Which avenged that disgrace, that haunts them still.