The Loyal Warriors

The Loyal Warriors

They sit watching with baited breath
could this be the end, could this be death?

The enemy marches out to the field.
They will not surrender, will not yield.

The time has come for a show of loyalty.
They rise as one and salute their royalty.

They pump their fist, they stomp their feet,
They’ve come for victory not defeat.

They know not which side will win.
Less than Victory would be a sin.

Who are these loyal, steadfast clans,
with painted bodies and large hands?

They are the faithful and the true
The mighty sports fans just like you.