If life’s a game, and winners play each round,
a scheme as heartless as, by any name,
divinity, barbarities abound.
If life’s a game.

Your tears fuel poetry but have no claim
to better life or more extensive ground.
Survival’s often traveling with shame.

So rape and ravaging should not astound,
in contest for more dominance and fame.
The generous and wise are seldom crowned,
if life’s a game.