GREEN LIGHT


Green light  


squid game stories 
narrated in a utopian dystopia 
green light good night style 
stepping on glass
now shards are all you see
both, tempered and ordinary 
walk wisely!
motion sensors all around 
the gigantic doll rotates her head
360 degrees
tag, you're it. 
beautiful marbles, sea green and blue 
in your hands 
you're a cheater, you know
odd and even 
clenched fists
hiding something precious 
that will determine your victory 
odd game, odd days, odd people, odd life
you must betray to find your way back 
to live. 
less human, a little more selfish 
a quiet alley
sunset sadness
and survival of the fittest 
the elimination begins 
tag, you're it. 
in this hellhole you can be anything 
and anyone 
tug of war 
less energy 
strategic aims 
pull harder!
show some strength 
to intimidate your opponents 
the rope is about to get cut 
two sides, fighting 
to live. 
now one. 
look at the ground
watch it, don't move back 
up your game 
to show them you have what it takes 
prize money awaits 
and you know what it demands
hey human, what are you reduced to?
if remorse is not something you feel
then what do you even feel?
are you capable of feeling anything at all?
did i ask the wrong question 
to the wrong person?
or are you silent because 
you're ashamed?
ashamed of what you've done 
what you've become 
would you like to be your old self again?
or have you forgotten 
that there was once a nice side to you 
before you chose to love greed and ambition 
is it the right time to do that ?
now that they're gone,
they don't need your apologies 
you can keep them inside of you 
why do you feel sorry now?
you don't have to
It's your turn 
tag, you're it. 
spare me for i hate to do this 
but they must spill your blood 
in order to win 
so the game goes on 
kill before you're killed. 

-Luro




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