The Strange Game (poem)

You and I are not the same

What is different could be fun

They made us learn a strange new game

Now to play we need a gun.


Look at the soldier and my gun

Still there’s a child in me at play

To kill a “play mate” I’m undone

A new lesson for today


They taught me to kill you today

Then to a strange place I’m immersed

While you’re shooting seems my way

I must get approval first


Time to go home now a new game first

The rules have changed I’m not quite right

Too much confusion to disperse

“Teachers” doomed me to this night


Voice from my childhood came that night

It said the strange game was to blame

He promised life would be alright

Nothing quite would be the same

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Nellieanna 9 months ago from TEXAS

Yes. It is a strange game that is new when it touches one's own life. Different era, different war. Strange and new when it overlaps one's own era. Each gets more deadly, but dead is dead, whether from arrow or nuclear bomb.

What a good poem!

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