Ode To Zizou

He stands as a giant among the lot,
With shoulders leveling the sky.
At his feet he lays his claim on a plot
Of gold, grace and power comply.

He could have deftly accomplished them all;
Deeds that mortals can never do.
And have his statue in the golden hall,
With his name chanted through and through

The breath of a nation rises and falls,
With his display of fine finesse.
And how his immaculate judgment calls
Dismiss foul strikes as mere caress.

So he stands tall and wears his own ego,
Just like kings of the past have done.
Peerless pride is a blade that cuts and lo!
Great feats of late shall be undone.

The pedestal crumbles and glory fades,
As his madness turns into shame
Ever farewell a distraught world has bade
To a genius that went insane.