Eagles Nest – under threat (aggressive?)

(cue: Dramatic music )

baying of wolf styled street dogs,
it is evening, dark and damp,
the street light glistening off the pavement,
heavy footsteps,
it is cold,
each breath is a mist covering faces,
faces hatted and wrapped in scarves,
the neighbourhood has fallen,
its dark stone foreboding,
fearful folk hidden behind closed curtains and,
the windows shuttered black,
awaiting, awaiting, 
the scene is set,

controlling life and finding meaning,
in anger – watch them flee when,
they see you coming,
feel the power in your chest,
the high of being in control,
righteous team member,
living out the sherbet fuelled dreams,

football aggressive,
definition of man,
is to fight,
to beat upon a stranger,
for imagined what he represents,
is some other team,
alcohol and fear is the freedom offered here,

but quiet now lets stand back from this scene,
the chaps have no idea they’re seen,
they have and dare never to think, 
or be seen as clever,
I was the rough end of town,
I’ll fight here ,
and here go down,

subculture.
finding meaning in,
what we cannot speak ,
is empty life truly bleak,
youthful Taliban,
seeing the world in black and white,
rule with might and fight,
death honourable,
deviation from rules or,
drugs and crime,
take what is mine,
woman beer cheap wine and song,
cliche yes,
but on and on .

The excesses of football hooligans since the 1980s would lead few to defend it as “harmless fun” or a matter of “letting off steam” as 

meaning as anger
purpose as fighting
victories always won
police
passerby’s
passengers
are all rivals
and should know better
we are powerful
we are right 
and show it with the strength of fist
in flight

‘they say it was a shocking sight
after the field was won,
for many thousand bodies here
lay rotting in the sun:
but things like that, you know, must be,
After a famous victory

my father lived at Bonhomie then.
they burnt his dwelling to the ground
so with his wife and chid he fled
now nowhere to rest his head

but together all
great praise the Duke of Marlbro’ won
It was a famous victory
each man knew his role
to die in cannon fire
or stand and take a bow
(you might ponder)
but what good came of it at last? 
nay nay my little one don’t ask
For t‘was a famous victory