Flip that Coin
I bite my nails,the ball is thrown,
I recall Rome-sweet Rome.
For I have learned your lust
are not gone,
thumbs up-thumbs down,
cheering go on.
I don't pay to see limbs torn,
but on it lives in a different way.
Really a shame,how mankind
gets off-
Monies thrown-
Coins tossed.
In a world so plagued by hunger,
and pain,
millions-trillions,
are shelled out each season.
and all-
for-
a poker-faced games.
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