The Words of a Lost Prophet

LOSING THE GAME

Pulling life- out of pools of blood-

losers done stained,

tainted;

but there isn’t any mercy-

a soul down the drain.

Oh, shit!

Now they are worried,

but in no hurry to give solutions.

They just keep adding more pollution to the world.

Dying from the things

man made,

so he can suit up

to get another accolade.

A pat on the back

the man is getting fat

while the disturbed are on their last nerve.

Broke that thin line

 and caged up for some time,

but there isn’t anything solved.

just another revolving door,

and the world is the whore

Getting screwed,

And look who is losing the game.

A miracle cure!

Now, that is absurd.

A God  sent,

but their only testing ten percent.

Now, someone is dying,

but only his people are crying.

Isn’t that a shame,

and look who is losing the game.

Placebos- pills and needles-

but  there is nothing there

and the symptoms are getting worse

as they drain the nation’s purse.

Jeckell into Hyde

transformed on the slide.

A mistake

-give or take-

a few excuses.

The possibilities are endless

as the pass the buck

that is so worn out

that it isn’t worth a dime,

 but it isn’t a crime

if it is done for a cause,

and look who is losing the game.