Protest Poetry – Oral Response Creative Xinwei & Sam

Life’s a Game

BANG!
Blood, sweat and severed heads – you’re dead
Play. Another. Game.

Life’s a game, wining is losing.

I’m a filthy rich knight,
yet my life isn’t right.
I’m depressed.
Over nothing I get stressed.
I hate.
Hate my games, my life, my world.
Hate how my eyes cry and decimate.

Fell asleep chatting, I’m sleep deprived.

Groggy eyes, keyboard prints across my cheek.
Three days no shower - I really reek.
Fighting the pain, the loss - I cried.
Kidney failure, high risk of cancer.
Used to be fit – got abs and all,
Now it’s all abs of flabby flab.
Lost my job, my friends, my wife.
Soon it’ll be my life.

I need to,
need to step out of the cycle,
to turn off that screen,
to break unbreakable chains,
to retrain my brain.
To explore the green,
to fly amongst the vast blue sky.
You never know what this world may bring,
For life is more than just a game.