See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn
See grey stripes bowling down the street
Silver streaks and T-shirts so precisely torn
Strange foreign chaps in white bed-sheets--
Uniforms.

See golden haloed men of high renown
Prance to the politicians' beat
Well tailored in unswerving elegance
With shoes by Gucci on their feet--
Uniforms.

How do you know who the hell you are?
Wake up each day under a different star
Dressed to the nines, meet yourself going home
Like a clone, smartly dressed in your pressed uniform

White battle dress on green pitch, proud eleven
Beneath the swelling box so neat
The teeming millions of the future fly--
The spinning cricket ball to cheat
They're all uniform.

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