A Game Named Life - Akala, Mai Khalil

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A game named life where fools make the rules

And poets paint pictures with words that change nothing

Survival of the fittest they say, are they sure?

Or just the survival of those with the will to kill more?

The heart that thinks itself purely, surely is not hungry?

Because hungry knows too well, the world is fuckery

And nature is indifferent to the suffering of infants

That think ourselves growing human beings and something special

But as fate would have it, I ain’t buying the idea of fate

It seems we shape every place that we grace with hate

Depending which side of the fence or which epoch

You die a slow death or be singing from the treetops

Praise for the status quo, cus you’re comfortable

Those who lost out in this lottery, ha, fuck 'em all

Nice with this roll of the dice, I’m quite proud and

I don’t know if we will ever roll another time round

It’s a game named life

In a game named life

In a game named life

In a game named life

In a game named life

Where the dice decide where I go

There I go, in a game named life

I dream to be let go

A game named life, where fools make the rules

And poets paint pictures with words that change nothing

Young child soldier, revolver not bluffing

In a game that teaches children to kill but can’t love them

What is the journey of a bullet from the ground until we pull it?

A piece of earth made blow holes in souls

I’d like to know does a child choose in its mother’s core or before as just a

sperm to be born in war?

Does another sperm choose greatness floating in his father’s pleasure?

Or does the game only begin when the umbilical’s severed?

Is that the reason babies born screaming?

Because they know they left the spirit world

To live here with no meaning among demons

That see them as nothing more than chess pieces

In a game named life where even the winners stop breathing

And the whole thing is as tedious as a tale that is told twice

We clone life but don’t even own our own life

Sacrifice, pain and strife

The game named life is over

Before we even know

Life is a mirror always looking at you

It’s not what we say or think, we are just what we do

With the time that is given it comes with no ribbon

Because life is not a gift to everyone that’s living

Most of the moves are made before you took your first go

Some got a huge head start before their first role

So you could play with more skill than the other players

They will still be head because the past generations

Accumulated spaces so they could practice with acres

Illuminated arrangements so they could manage retainers

Are you foolish?

They ain’t racing we’re chasing the pay slip

So they have won before even the game starts unless we change it

To another set of rules different from the fools

But to do that we are going to have to use their tools

And therein lies our greatest dilemma

In this game named life, who’s playing it better?