Games die hard

One die

Calculation of numbers

In trained memories

Focus trapped in the crafted stage

Concentration to win

Stress on the game board

Players don’t want to be losers

Unintelligent fools

The die, with care, on the loose

Here everything is fair

For winners are dudes

Duds, of no use

Are there any distractions

That could question the engagement

Of this killing entertainment

For the world, a round board

Is dying in the golden hands

Of its clever inhabitants