The Game Poem by terence nabbs

The Game



The media is the messenger in the game,
Sending out the tentacles of shame,
Informing the players on the board
Whether victims die by gun or sword.
How big the toll will be, how many people die,
How many mothers cry,
How many innocents lives,
Will the game of “religion” claim today.
East and west
Spread the legacy of hate,
Different cultures all at war,
Please talk,
Slam the door upon our fate.
We can do it if you have faith
“Come on”,
Lets beat the odds, lets stop being,
Playthings of the.
“God's'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Afzal Shauq 25 October 2009

spritual touch...well done..again an impressive and maningful much..10/10

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John Mcmanus 23 October 2009

Terry the more I read your work the more I feel like we are kindred spirits, this is a good poem with a powerful and purposeful message, well done and I reccomend you read my poem First class, thanks John.

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Ruth Walters 10 October 2009

Great message....good poem Ruthie

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