The Game Is On

The game is on

And we are the pawns.

We make not a single move,

Our kings are locked in their ivory towers

Each trying to outlast the other.

We revel in the spoils, though surely short lived.

Soon we will be crushed,

The trap door beneath us flung open

And we will be flushed into their wells.

The queens they laugh, laugh with a hideous roar,

Their coffers bulging with our blood and sweat.

Opponents from afar, march onward

Caring not the least for us, their enemies innocent.

Yet we do nothing, we do not revolt,

We do not demand better.

Instead these heathens dangle their carrots

And we mindlessly eat from their tainted hands,

Smiling and gulping ravenously.

We consume as though it will never end.

Over and over our mistakes we repeat.

When will we ever learn that…

Big oil and OPEC,

They do not love us.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~