The Frame Of The Game Poem by Chan Mongol

The Frame Of The Game

THE FRAME OF THE GAME
BY: Chan Mongol


Government is their public enemy;

Still, they join in the enemy army!

Why do they do that?

What do they get instead?

Hypnotized by the country;

Signing up in the military!

It is ignorance and sick;

Too late to catch governmental trick!

After, they find no choice;

Do or die without any voice!

To decorate the slavery;

Slave master is the authority!

The structure, the apps of the game;

Abraham introduced such a frame!

Monday, March 4, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: sick,slavery
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Chan Mongol

Chan Mongol

East Bengal (Bangladesh)
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