All You Hughesy, A Poem

There isn't much scarier in cricket that a cricket ball coming at your head

Simply put, you have two options - attack or defend

If you can't do either, short balls you'll get fed

Like sledging, it's cricket, if you play cricket, you've made that bed.

 

That's why promising careers/dreams of battlers around the world stop

That's why the cream rises to the top

Good luck without a pull shot

Sickening accidents happen, even to the cream of the crop

 

The cricketing world is here to rally around Sean Abbot and Phil Hughes

Awaiting some positive news, please, nothing except positive news

We, me, the world never knew how loved Hughes was as we watched from a distant view

To be true, he was just the guy Chris Martin dominated, we saw it through a different hue

 

Everything else seems irrelevant

The support is loud, here's hoping Hughes can hear it

The game we love is played, minds are elsewhere, distant

Can I say I'm proud? This is cricket