I saw a game.
The other night.
It was not pleasant.
An unpleasant, "sight".

The evil ones..
Started to tear.
At what they wanted.
To make up for the error

Of thinking they,
Were great, or nice.
When all they were.
Was paying a price.

You see the “boys”
Ripped away at flesh.
A micro-cosm.
Of today.
Here.
There.
Now.
“I want what other people have”
Or had.
And promise to,
never want again.