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Inconsequential Games

from Apocalypse Diaries by Ray Zimmerman

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You’re red, you’re blue, what’s the matter with you,
You’re black you’re white, you ain’t thinking right,
You’re too far right, you’re too far left,
He said there’s spies in the East, she said there’s lies in the west,

Hypocrites, lunatics, misfits and politics,
He whispers resurrection while she cries apocalypse
He said we’re one but she says we’re not,
There’s not enough spoons in this big mixing pot,

He prays to God but she bows to none,
She said my body’s all mine, he said I think that you’re wrong,
His back aches from stooping but he stands to proclaim,
Only place at my feet at most half of the blame,

Read to me the rules, for they’ll soon be up in flames,
There’ll be no more referees left soon in your inconsequential games,

But before you criticise make sure to amend,
Your thoughts and opinions as so not to offend,
And tell me are you different to the ones that are speaking,
Your guilt should run quickly if it is shelter you are seeking,

Tell me who held your tongue so firmly in grasp,
Who bound the lips on your invisible mask,
To watch fallen kings descend far from their perch,
But only into feathers that are plucked by their church,

Stop with your rhetoric and constant foreboding
The illusion you are building is more rapidly eroding,
The pipes to your chambers are surely corroding,
Seemingly faster than the speed you were hoping,

Spin the wheel, drink the last glass of champagne,
There’ll be no more attendants left soon in your inconsequential games,

You’re him, you’re her, it’s hard to concur,
But be quickly assured you’ve not been asked to prefer,
Either or the other you’re neither father nor mother,
They’ll bleed just like you and your sister and brother,

Your revolution falters only quietly ordained,
To those who would stay to hear you explain,
That this world is gone it is lost it is stained,
But attention turns quickly when your neck is so trained

Your stones are rebounding leave no mark on the walls,
The boots of your soldiers are starting to stall,
Replaced quickly instead with deafening calls,
Made from trading and handshakes in invisible halls,

Make your choice, draw your cards and stake your claim,
There’ll be no more pieces left soon in your inconsequential games,

They declare these credentials are all that is required,
We have not come to lead but you’ll leave here inspired,
You should know those certificates have long since expired,
You’re just old men now you’ll soon be retired

Weight the dice, and keep on winning ‘til you ascertain,
That there’ll be no more players left soon in your inconsequential games,

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from Apocalypse Diaries, released May 12, 2018

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