Fair Play Poems - Poems about Fair Play

The Gilded Age by Mark Twain in his 1873 novel /The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today, which satirized the era's materialism and political corruption is just what this King has ordered in his Megabill —Poetess There was economic prosperity, tho unconscionable social inequality as a few “robber barons” tycoons amassed great fortunes, whereas degradation inflicted dire poverty, mass...

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In the game of life, fair play should reign For cheating and foul play brings only pain It's not about winning at all cost But about showing character and not getting lost Fair play starts with respect and honor Acknowledging the rules without any dishonor It's about playing by the book Not seeking shortcuts that will end in mistook Winning is important, there's...

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Her weep, has all pure the notion when she laughs, smiles frankly when she loves, it's with emotion when...

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Turnabout is fair play Resentments push Anger inspired Emotional wounds bleeding Emotional scars scabbing Hurt feelings avenged So we try and make Ourselves believe...

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When God kings come? down stealthly, it is your waking time. You had never counted the awards. Refrained from watching the oblation. When blood pooled on the floor, you were holding a love child of moon and earth. Do you think a collateral damage will ensue, when you chart out the trajectory of missiles ? The incredible ink...

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Fair play is must to see own image in the mirror of other where own image is seen...

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The guy she hired to do me in, unbeknownst to her, was one of the blokes on Friday nights with whom I played poker. All this time she thought I lied and was having a sordid affair, because I didn’t tell her with whom I played or even let her know where. My secret was, they were all convicts from an earlier part of...

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I told you that I loved you dear. I thought you felt the same. You even said you'd marry me and be proud to wear my name! You took advantage of my trusting ways! You played me for a fool! You used me for your selfish gains! You broke the Golden Rule! My friends all tried to warn me, but I thought that I...

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The maniacal genius, with crimes, his intent Used for a weapon a bag of cement He threw it from, the skyscraper high Where innocents didn’t see it fall from the sky He said that the sacrifices had to be made For many a man he had to kill to be saved But what of this fool that knew not what’s true He...

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