Behind the closed and locked doors,
They orchestrate viruses and wars,
All have the dirtiest of paws.
Buildings built to the highest of hights,
Seeing secrets in sniper sights,
Plotting to take away our rights.
Absolute power corrupts,
They're always lying crooks,
I took all your rooks.
Chess game is done,
Lockdown was no fun,
Mentally scarred everyone,
How many more are to come?
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: August 26th, 2024 01:34
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Comments2
I told ya I didn't get the hang of Russian Roulette. I thought ya had to load all the chambers except one. Doh! lol.
Erm, it was a shorter game than usual.
Lol unlucky.
It's not over until the King is dead. I agree the sight is not a good one unless you are the sniper. it leaves me with a feeling of despair. Nicely written
Don't give up, there's always hope (:
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