At a certain place,
Filling with mother nature.
There are trees and bushes,
Where we can hide.
There are green grass lands,
Where we can run freely.
On a certain day,
Some children appear.
They are still very young,
They are innocent.
On each of their faces,
Hangs a great big smile.
They decide to play a game,
A game which many had played.
Where there is one chaser,
And the rest are runners.
If you are captured,
You become the chaser.
At first it was fun,
Everyone followed the rules.
But in the shadows,
Few are breaking the rules.
The rules are changing,
Turning into a different game.
One chaser become two,
And will forever be one.
When the runners are captured,
They will be turned into a chaser.
But the chasers are at a disadvantage,
Because the number of runners forever increase.
Some runners are captured,
Some runners have not.
They kept coming up with distractions,
Giving them chances to escape.
Setting up traps here and there,
But there is just not enough.
The new game just keep going,
Like time passing by.
It is no longer peaceful,
But forever a nightmare.
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PoetryLet each word speak to you, Let each word explain to you. Some will understand, Some will not. I hope that you all will enjoy. I apologize if I had made any mistakes in my poems.
