I believe in sport, in the chance it gives
To escape our cramped lives, to breathe deeply
To quit our towns of low plastic celilings,
Our days plugged in, without direct sunlight.
Standing tall, my back straight, my head forward
I live. I steady myself and prepare
To spring forward: to move, and see anew
Parks, paths, flowers in an urban setting.
But you; who paint the worst polluters green
Who block my routes, who fence open spaces
For the private joys of spies and thieves
You, who bring rifles, jets, navy frigates
Armed police, to my London that was ease,
You have no right to speak in sport’s free name.