The (B)all Player

 

  

Sportsmanship (OR Life is a mere child's game)

 

Whenever you feel down

The game is picking up speed

It would be wiser to walk, now,

Than to push your weary feet!

 

The blinding darkness fades

As the black bird beats a retreat  

You fast join in the game, again,

You are ready to compete!

 

 

compete

/kəmˈpiːt/

verb - strive to gain or win something by defeating or establishing superiority over others

 

 

The Ball Player

 

Without breaking your stride you duck

every ball.

 

How long before you take a hit 

and fall?

 

 

 

 

Draw the line! Where do you?

 

At the mosquito‘s song in your ear  - or at

The tiny bug’s feet you fear

 

At the bird caught between window panes  - or at

The deer jumping out of breakdown lanes

 

Maybe you draw it at a dog or a cat

I bet you would - if they were your pet

 

What’s a life worth anyway

Who’s dealing the cards and who’s to pay

 

Children in a warzone, forests ablaze

When will we finally change our ways

 

I hear the line is drawn at one‘s own kin. I wonder

Is the world we leave them still worth living in?

 

 

(Stone Cold Crazy OR: Why are we too blind to see…

Inspired by the Incident of the Dove, Queen, Coolio & the bloody news)