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Poems

My Insane Game

Can I hide, can I runaway, or can I stay still with the pain?
Shall I cry, shall scream, or shall I just sit there to sleep?
Would I fight, would I die, I just surrender?
Could I kill, could I steel, or could I be innocent indeed?

My innocence, my screams, and my pain
My dreams, my hopes, and my name
My eternal glory shall be attained
If only I knew how to play this game.
My sister, my brother, my mum
My friend, my foe, my kind
My teacher, my tutor, my guide
I need you to help me, help with my screams

My innocence, my screams, and my pain
My dreams, my hopes, and my name
My eternal glory shall be attained
If only I knew how to play this game.

My luck, my efforts, my wasted blood
My tries, my gains, my suffering game
My sword, my arrow, my shield
Will indeed help me on my mission of fame

My innocence, my screams, and my pain
My dreams, my hopes, and my name
My eternal glory shall be attained
If only I knew how to play this game.
I fight with my sword making cuts on my enemy,
I defend and try to miss the opponents' aim,
I strike with my weapon to the devil's heart,
I get pushed and fall to the pitch of stakes.


My innocence, my screams, and my pain
My dreams, my hopes, and my name
My eternal glory has been attained
Would I ever try to play this insane game?

 

Author: Sister Haleema - UK


 

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