the seeded players

The seeded players

They think they can win

They troop to the courts

They have the aura of winning

When the games begin

The seeded players fall

They have their names

They have their reputation

Yet they tumble down

In the first round of badminton

To the players way down to them

It tells us something doesn't it?

Now we have Amno b seeded

With its hosts of other seeded parties

The parties think it can win

Let the court of people decide its fate

This will be the game

The seed parties will fall

This is the time it will eat humble pie

Some may have to spend time

The Bamboo River rings

The sound of new players walking in

The creaking of iron doors open

The new inmates will cry