The Battle of Futility

The Battle of Futility

The battle’s warming up

                In the game no-one can win.

Snake eyes and lotteries

                But the winnings mighty thin.

Wearily we are bound;

                Time-out in Tom Tiddler’s ground,

Where the storm resounds

                And the future’s looking grim.

I never knew it was a war

                Nobody ever said.

I never knew the score

                Or the bounty on my head.

We played it for fun

                But the truth was always more.

A game of two halves;

                Not just between rich and poor.

The battle’s always raging –

                Survival of the fittest.

As assassins take aim

                Leaders draw up their hit list.

What drives a man to distraction?

Is it love? or is it meaning?

To win at all costs

                To lead – despite the keening.

I never knew it was a war

                Nobody ever said.

I never knew the score

                Or the bounty on my head.

It’s a game of many layers

                Played on a cosmic level.

With gods and armies, books and guns,

                An imaginary devil.

Peeling back the skins

                To find there’s nothing there.

But they just want to win

                They do not want to share.

I never knew it was a war

                No-one ever said.

I never knew the score

                Or the bounty on my head.

Opher – 12.7.2024

From this great age I can survey the casualties. My friends fall like chaff.

We started out joyously with such high ideals.

We found our battles for love, for art, for meaning and we were mangled in the machine, shredded in the daily grind.

We look out at the imbeciles driving the lemmings over the cliffs. All with their different reasons. All with the same affliction – megalomania.

Some use politics, some religion, but it all ends up in the same place.

There are so many battlefields on so many levels.

The battle field of fun;

The battle field of reason;

The battle field of power;

The battle field of wealth;

The battle field of art;

The battle field of belief.

All consumed in the great pyre of treason!

Our brains are too big for our bodies.

Our egos too big for the planet.

4 thoughts on “The Battle of Futility

  1. I was absolutely with you, Opher, until the last two lines. The “imbeciles driving the lemmings over the cliffs” are not human beings. They are political or religious operators (and the religions they peddle include the green one like Ed Miliband), tyrants and dishonest manipulators. They hate us human beings, and want to “drive us over the cliffs” as if we were lemmings. (But we’re not). They hate individuality, talents developed, and earned success. It is their egos that are too big for the planet, Opher. Not ours.

    1. Lol Neil. I really don’t know why you have this thing about all ‘green’ policies being a conspiracy. The effects of climate change and dire extinction rates/population drops are obvious.

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