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Nov 2017
The world is playing football against us
Without a helmet.
Because it says that it wants to be seen.
And people cannot see its face
With a helmet on.
To make matters worse
The world thinks that we should be that crazy.
We say we should take advantage.
Of a unprotected world
That is out for us.
So we put on our helmets.
And our pads.
And our cleats.
Because it makes us run faster.
And the world says we are cheating.
We say cleats are for winners.
We say we are only following the rules.
Because the object of the game is not merely toughness
The goal of the game is victory.
But victory is nothing.
If I am too battered to enjoy.
Playing with a helmet is good.
Playing without a helmet is a death wish.
So world.
We are the Grim Reaper.
Get ready because we are coming.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
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