Respawn
The countdown begins and we watch the seconds disappear,
The countdown finishes and gunfire is all we can hear.
We check every corner as we walk through this match of Free-For-All,
We see the enemy and sprint to the edge to escape and free fall.
We stay low and crawl and try to keep our distance from the lot,
Until a sniper on the roof shoots and gets a head shot.
We see his location on the radar and sprint to his position,
Then sneak up and knife him before he calls the opposition.
We stand behind a building and someone yells, “frag out!”
We hear an explosion and quickly reload because we’re out.
We are then all locked and loaded and advance towards the enemy,
But they ambush us with snipers and we are assassinated like Kennedy.
Now it’s back to Free-For-All and it’s every man for him-self,
It’s nothing like Team-Deathmatch, you can’t ask for help.
So you check every roof top and building so that you can hide,
And you hide with the hope that you don’t set off a trip mine.
You finally win the match with only a few minutes to spare,
You turn off your gaming console and sit on your favourite chair.
You sit in your chair and listen to all your favourite songs,
You take a break from pressing buttons and moving those analogues.
You then turn on the television and flip through all the channels,
You stop at the news and see the wars and all the battles.
They seem quite familiar to the games you play every day,
Except it’s different this time but exactly in way?
The soldiers cannot choose to rest when they want,
They must follow orders and cannot choose to eat what they want.
They are put on the front lines to die first like pawns,
And the biggest difference is that, they do not respawn.
Copyright © Daniel Koria | Year Posted 2017
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