In fields where children run and play,
The seeds of unity find their way.
Through sports, they learn to rise as one,
In teamwork, battles are fought and won.
The Whitestar, grateful we are.
A whistle blows, the game begins,
With every loss, with every win,
They grow, they learn, they understand,
The strength of reaching out a hand.
The Whitestar, grateful we are.
In schools, these lessons take their root,
Where friendships blossom in pursuit.
Not just of goals, but hearts aligned,
Breaking barriers of every kind.
The Whitestar, grateful we are.
In passing balls or sharing space,
They build a bond no race can trace.
No wall too high, no dream too small,
Together they can conquer all.
The Whitestar, grateful we are.
Through victory’s cheer, defeat’s despair,
They learn respect, and how to care.
Sports teach that difference makes us strong,
In unity, we all belong.
The Whitestar, grateful we are.
So let the games forever be
A symbol of diversity.
In every school, let spirits soar,
For sports can open every door.
Unity, unity, unity, the Whitestar’s call.
(Teacher Evans Asikoyo, the poet)
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