The Game

The Game

A Poem by JoshBiederman

The game we never agreed to play
poisons our souls, we do naught but decay
because the rules are set, sealed is our fate
and the more we fight, the more the rest hate
so we agree to abide by the rules and restrictions
gone is our hopes, our dreams and ambitions
and in return, all that we get
is a "thank you for playing", no prize for our wit
so break down the walls, my brothers and sons,
and together we will make the game again fun.

© 2011 JoshBiederman


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hmm
Such a poetic wonderful piece. Enjoyed the read.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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