National Poetry Writing Month Poem 2. Bobby Moore

I was inspired by a prompt from yesterday to write a poem based on three book titles to incorporate in a poem that were at home. I came up with three that did not belong to me but another member of the household. The titles were "Bobby Moore" "The Black Death" and "Jesus: The Evidence"

2, Bobby Moore - Saviour Reborn

They resurrected you, Bobby Moore, football Messiah of the East End
When the black sentiment of death took you too soon.
You were England's World Cup Captain hero,
dressed in the purest white robes.
Like Jesus, though not the creeping variety.
Evidence for you was legendary and
true,
But you weren't crucified,
nails hammered in.
You were the East End king.
Holding England's World Cup on high,
The Holy Grail, Heaven's resurrected Messiah.
But when the black scents of death
struck home.
English football's malaise
lasted many decades
with no new Jerusalem
Just bucketfuls of rubbish as the
foreign powers marched on
and England's death
owes much to the death
of true heroes like Bobby.
Now he's yesterday's chip paper
Todays legends are celebrity
brands like David Beckham's
or pirhouetting primadonnas
like Christiano Ronaldo,
Bobby Moore was English through and through
His tackle full of grit, honest and true.
A saviour, maybe not Jesus
but as Easter comes God rest good
Bobby Moore, your soul.
Where's the evidence you may say?
It's out there for one and all.