http://m.bbc.co.uk/news/education-22126301
There’s a breathless hush in the morning air
We’re one goal down and in extra time.
The other team are not playing fair
And we’ve churned the pitch into freezing slime.
And it’s not for the honour of doing it right
Or a worthy opponent’s friendly grin:
The first lesson learned in a lifelong fight.
“Whether fair or foul, always play to win.”
The final demands are printed red
And dole queue grows each week in size
As the rich get richer, the poor get dead
And the people blinded by smoke and lies.
Though toxic greed has destroyed the banks
Still we blame the poor for the state we’re in.
And that voice still echoes throughout our ranks:
“Whether fair or foul, always play to win.”
These are the words that, year by year
Will infect each child not poisoned yet
As we fill each blossoming mind with fear
So the price of losing they won’t forget.
This they all with a sinking heart
Will internalize: our society’s sin
“You are on your own from the very start
Whether fair or foul, always play to win”
Read the original here: http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/newbolt.htm
Tom Juniper Poetry 
That’s too true about the rich and the poor.
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