It's The Same Old Game Played Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The oldest game to play,
Is to have it believed...
Someone else creates a problem.
Only the doer of it,
Can fix.
Yet continues to deceive.
With lies told to sell well.
Duping to trick.
Leaving fools sold,
On making accusations.
And passing judgements on the ones,
Minding their own business.
Yet provoked into confrontations,
By a game played over and over again.
Enjoyed to know,
How and who to divide and conquer.