World's Monopoly Game Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The table's set, a game of greed,
With 'sane' leaders, planting seed.
Of empires built on borrowed land,
A monopoly held in shaky hand.

Each kingdom, country, small and grand,
A property they rudely planned,
To buy and sell, and tax and drain,
Ignoring silent, growing pain.

The dice are rolled, the deals are made,
While trust erodes, and hopes degrade.
No guiding light, no steady course,
Just selfish gain, and brute force.

But empires crumble, walls decay,
And every game must have its pay.
The citizens, in sleepy haze,
Will wake to find the coming days

Demand a price, a heavy toll,
For choices made that lost control.
The reckoning nears, the clock ticks fast,
The future's built on shadows cast.


Tor M.Solvang