This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
The play has been performed; applaud!
Surely, less obvious ways exist
The Darkness seeks to manipulate us into its service.
Actus non facit reum nisi mens sit rea.
The act is not guilty unless the mind is also guilty.
Once all of them have won a very special princess prize,
the game is over....
and they will never buy another one.....
Alis grave nil.
Nothing is heavy to those who have wings
And maybe we cannot understand what's going on,
but we can understand that the players
skillfully hide behind the walls....
Cessante ratione legis cessat ipsa lex.
When the reason for the law ceases, the law itself ceases.
We seek escape from reality, we undermine our self-esteem.
Maybe we are unable to see them, but we need to talk about this.
And maybe they do not trust us when we tell them to come to us if they need
....about those who become their victims......
Sed ipse Spiritus postulat pro nobis, gemitibus inenarrabilibus.
But the same Spirit intercedes incessantly for us, with inexpressible groans.
In English (sadly the only language I can speak besides a reading knowledge of Latin) L-A-T-I-N-A refers to the countries and peoples of Central and South America, the term Hispanic is also used but many have Indian and African heritage as well. In any case, the word you want is the name of the language - simply LATIN in English. I sense the background to this poem was the barbaric practice of gladiatorial games: THIS GAME IN WHICH SLAUGHTER BECOMES AN END IN ITSELF. That of course is your metaphor for the self destructive practices, habits, customs, etc. that damage our humanity. In English you can take the word HUMAN and by adding a single E at the end transform the word into a statement of our challenge that is to be not just human but HUMANE. Your poem thoroughly investigates how we fail to be HUMANE. And it's a sad story, but your poem is a vigorous counter-attack of the Spirit against malign forces that continually pull us down - if we let them. You're summoning us to rise to our highest spiritual state of being. (I read in your Bio you contributed poems on the theme of BEING! !)
glad I found this gem! loved the lines
Always when the prize is won the spirit of game also ends in hiding! Charm of victory too goes away into nothingness in reality!
A lovely poem with good use of metaphor. Its thought provoking deep and emotional. Lovely.
Time will come back very soon; all will be slaughter of themselves!
exactly wrote- We seek escape from reality, we undermine our self-esteem. Maybe we are unable to see them, but we need to talk about this. And maybe they do not trust us when we tell them to come to us if they need to talk..../// yeah; right you are
Wenn ALEA IACTA EST let's go PER ASPERA AD ASTRA
A work of world class proportion. It reads better every time I am honored to read it!
This poem and others written by you, show that you are to poetry what wine is to song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself. Deep poem with mankind and I see into the first line that mankind's end to live is animal slaughter..Quoting Einstein 'One day will come when the killing of animals will be seen as tantamount to murder' being a vegetarian as I am it seems plausible...'.about those who become their victims......Every living thing needs to live life without cruelty alas this will never be...The poem is very well written and the mind can go down different paths...regards