Doesn't it feel like, more than ever, our city is divided? With half of the people spending Sundays watching the game with a bunch of drunk rowdies... and the other half annoyed and fearful of encountering any of the postgame mobs of 12th Men (and 12th Women) who are roaming the streets? LOTS OF PEOPLE HAVE FEELINGS. Hey, why don't we turn these feelings into poetry! POETRY ABOUT 'HAWKS FANS! Drink a six-pack and submit your haiku poem below.