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A man's game

take the little boys
and give them swords
have them play war
monopolize their core
condition them to games
with no physical pains
entertain fights
always with flights
in a world with no hope
without giving a rope
not for glory
without the whole story
not for a believe
and with no reprieve
but to survive
to stay alive
a power game
a money game
played to perfection
through a masterful selection
of promises and words
to follow like a herd
in a world of no meaning
without the birth of a feeling
— smilecatcher, Jan 12, 2010

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