Drug Lord

Let us hang their dead
From cartel bridges
And steal privileged lives
While our soccer teams strive
To help us survive
In the first division
Only then can we meet
Their derision
With our provision
Because any prohibition
Which they stand to lose
On the green grass
As we hold our ground
Where once there was booze
Is a fight to the finish
Which is not to diminish
This shot in the dark
As they bark
Up the wrong tree