Games As Escape;
Yet this Game Theory persists.
Knowing who will push,
Who might shove,
Those who would murder me & my kin.
My blood is used to the floor,
Splattered –
Dripping across concrete.
Yet,
My husk can make more blood,
When you spill it.
Stand when you shove.
Rise when I fall.
Meat Shield!
Meat Shield!
