Obligational Game Poem by kemurl fofanah

Each day we trode on the carcas of this reminant world in a bid to hold our lives

Each night we stare at the moon as we memorise our next strives

We have made a million cuts through the soul of the wind just to survive each moment

We have sold our shame and fear to lousy treatment

What is our reward?

When we had never glance forward

What is our position?

When we had never had an option

We will never know our name

In this obligational game