All the things
I have seen
Don't come close
To what I see
And the hate I feel
For the people who hurt
Beyond belief
They think they are safe
From the law of the land
They think they are free
To do as they please
Sell their drugs
Hurt your kids
With their
Turn a blind eye family
Who would never tell
What they really did see
Because in reality
They are just as bad as them
They never feel any shame
They just think it's all a game
They don't care about all the pain
It's such a shame
But now it's time
To end the game
And all the pain
It's time
To play for humanity
Game over
The people hurt people and offer sufferings throughout themselves life.. And play their game without a shame for their fame or to defame others.. And this world is crazy now without respect for even a persons of theirs, When'll a halt be happened upon this game? How long we should bear this shame? But A day will come to raise humanity, In That day all the shameful game will over.. Hope for the best to happen... A good poem and good write.. 10+++
Dave, again about drug and i feel something about it, it a bit personal about your past memory, you maybe witnessing the horrible things about what drugs can do with your own eyes right..i feel you anger so much, it release a bit pain of memory here, i dont know why i am thinking like this, as a soul in your write did told my 'unwritten soul' to write some hidden thing..it really a great poem a deep like usual and private memory access somehow hahaha :) nice smile, and good advice, Game Over_Unwritten Soul
Ur poems speak of the law, the justice, the hurts and the lies reflecting the state of society and the anguish the poet feels regarding their ultimate solutions. Admirable work, Sir!
game is over is true because its all that human can think is hurting people
We are all a bunch of selfish jerks. Starting with myself. Humanity needs to love.
The problem with people like this, is they have no respect... Very powerful poem, and right in so many ways...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If only it was possible, to end all the suffering and evil in the world. Though I wonder if the world would truly be a prettier place, or would it just be empty? Interesting poetry.