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Lame Game


The nuclear radiation spreads…
The wretched earthly folk
Are busy paying their debt
To scientific cacophonies
That ring through history
And reach the generations
That are yet to come.
Some are born blind,
Some deaf, some lame-
All for a silly political game.
The flesh and blood of man
Is the cheapest commodity.
The feelings and pain of man
Form the opportunity cost
That is subject to debates-
Positive and negative readings
Depending on which side
Of the power you stand for.
Some old man from the old days
Left behind a catch phrase-
“Life is a game”.
Little did he know how far
His comment will be stretched.
History and geography,
Economics and politics…
Sum these up and you get
A host of feelings that lead
To nausea and headache.
It is the same divisive game,
A war of horror and shame,
Nothing worthwhile to name.
Every man is born lame,
Guided by higher forces-
Forces that have nothing to do
With humanity or divinity…
Caught in the trap
Some young minds yell for help.
 But the older ones are numb.
They neither yell nor hear.
Patience is the only virtue left
But is it a virtue anymore???
“Life is a game”.
A hairy monkey’s cage in a lab
Tagged with a specimen name
To complete an infinite game.
“Long live revolution”,
Long live faulty system.
Just two sides of a hideous coin
They are all the same.

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