Blocking; The Game of Squares

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If you listen quietly you can hear the whispers of actors, singers, dancers and such;

Through the ages of times, with hopeful/hopeless dreams of so much.

Many made and many lost,
on parade, for another's cost.

That's the game, of playing in squares
Like a roulette table, all bets on the floor
All ears are soar;
From watching you, pointing fingerless stares.

I fear those lost souls who've given up it all,
theirs- their own dreams in lieu ...
What kind of grudge to they hold, watching, waiting for others,
Unravel, unfold.

So I celebrate them, release them from pain,
from enslavement, bondage and torture.
It's a scorcher this hell, appearing to have little to no gain.
But that's their drama not mine, that illusion of fright
Nor that of the many working, on the great way of white!

We include you, not exclude you.
Your history is a part of me.
Of Us.
Of We.