A tapestry woven, of nations and dreams,
Where cultures collide, on emerald green seams.
FIFA, the guardian, a power immense,
Of the beautiful game, a global defense.
From cobbled streets to Maracana’s roar,
It unites the world, at its very core.
From barefoot pitches to stadiums grand,
A unifying language, understood by every hand.
But shadows creep in, whispers of greed,
Corruption’s dark stain, a planted seed.
Broken promises, and power’s tight hold,
Threatening the magic, stories untold.
Fans raise their voices, a chorus of dissent,
Demanding transparency, a game without rent.
For FIFA’s true purpose, should transcend the fame,
To nurture the passion, and fan the flame.
Can it rise again, from scandals’ despair?
Become a beacon, for the game we all share?
Invest in the grassroots, where young hearts take flight,
And let football’s spirit, once again burn bright.
For FIFA’s legacy, is more than just crest,
It’s the power to inspire, and put dreams to the test.
To bridge cultural divides, and unite as one,
Beneath the banner of football, where the victory is won.
So let the game flourish, free from the stain,
And FIFA remember, its purpose, its gain.
To be the guardian, of the beautiful game,
Where passion unites us, forever the same.