The Games Go On

When strength becomes a power play
and passion stands alone and undefeated
crying out for more, when all are slain.
What then from thee, oh Victory?

Master of the battle plan, ever moving
in a mist of strategies. Far away, the
injured writhe in agony. What difference
this, to those who seek to see the
wider view; powerful and safe and
far away, the games go on; politically
and socially correct. The chosen few
are doted on, all properly concealed.
What then from thee, oh Victory?

Rivers running red with blood;
the innocent forgotten. Strength
raging on to slake the lust they
claim they do not feel. Unerringly
appealing, living lives of saintliness,
within a chastity of ordered cleanliness.
When the pose of their prosperity
inspires yet another war begun -
what then from thee, oh Victory?

... and still the games go on ...

? Michaelette ?

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