The MOB

Like a bird of prey it swoops upon the down and the out
Tearing flesh from bone without remorse or mercy
Another time it stands at the city gates
Hailing home the newly minted hero riding back in a coat of Teflon
Sachin is finished! Sachin is finished! Sachin is finished! ranted the mob
A month it was to the present day
'He should hang up his bat before our fangs come out and we descend in a pack
To do, what we are meant to do, move in quick, ambush, traumatize and fillet the victim
And stick the head on a greasy pole as a trophy outside the city gates.'
But in less than a month the world suddenly changed
The little master bludgeoned the hapless Bangladeshis
And the mob quickly gathered at the city gates
A deafening roar rose from below to the Gods above
Sachin is the greatest! Sachin is the greatest! Sachin is the greatest!
They shouted till they were hoarse
'We can't have enough of him', they pleaded, begged and wept even more
Last night the mob gathered once again at the city gates
'All hail the new conquering hero, Virat Kohli!'
The young buccaneer came riding in wearing a coat of Teflon
Tears of joy kissed the cheeks of the weeping mob
In less than a month the world will change once again….