Playing Games

 

 

Ever watched a game

Between a lizard and a cat

And realized from the beginning

The lizard was trapped?

 

The lizard gets its freedom

And the cat takes it back

And this goes on for a little while

Controlled by the cat.

 

It happens with mice too

Involving the cat as well,

Must be the cat and mouse game

Of which many tell.

 

 

It is a tragic game

For the lizards and mice

For as we all know so very well

The outcome is not nice.

 

This game ends in death

For the unfortunate prey,

The cat always being the predator

At the end of the day.

 

An application can be made

In relation to life

Where some people treat others

As though they were mice.

 

They become playthings

And then they are discarded

Becoming the scum of the earth

Or at least so regarded.

 

It is a game for some

But it’s death for another

And those in their ivory towers

Don’t have to bother.

 

 

Those with the guns

Terrorize those without

And the people who bring them in

Have great clout.

 

They must have

Or else, explain to me

Why little people are always caught

But no big body.

 

It’s not only with the guns

But with the drugs also

When the prey is taken into custody

And the predators nah show.

 

For a little while

The prey may escape

But at some time sooner or later

Some become the late.

 

 

Freedom is snatched away

And some rot in jail,

That is, if they are not fortunate

To put up the bail.

 

Predator and prey:

This is the deadly game

Perhaps much better understood

By the cat and mouse name.

 

 

The games we play

Are really death for some,

Toying with the poor and vulnerable

For me is not fun.

 

It’s fun for the predator

But death for the vulnerable

And how ever one may look at it

It is fraught with trouble.

 

Stewart Russell © March 11, 2025