Missing Roar

Missing Roar

The echo of silence, fills the air,
As Klopp critiques, the apathy he is aware.
The stadium, once a sonic storm,
Now feels empty, devoid of its charm.

The fans remained absent, their voices suppress,
A haunting silence, a ghostly caress.
No cheers, no jeers, no thunderous sound,
The atmosphere lost, nowhere to be found.

Once vibrant and electric, a symphony of noise,
Now a hollow, muted, and joyless poise.
The players feel the emptiness, the void,
Their spirits dampened, enthusiasm destroyed.

Yet still they push on, despite the lack,
Determined to conquer, to break through the black.
For the missing roar, the absent chant,
Cripples not their spirit, their passion still enchant.

For the path to glory, they must strive,
With or without the roar, they will survive.
Until the stands awaken, and the crowd returns,
They’ll soldier on, with resilience that burns.