The HitA Poem by G. A. Bernard“The Hit” He never saw it
coming Blind-sided, he
was unable to avoid it The noise of the
helmet-to-helmet collision was heard across the entire
stadium The collective
gasps signaled the horror of the fans His body lay on
the ground for what seemed like an eternity
while all held their breath He made it to
his knees and then stood Not wanting any
support from fellow players or training staff His only desire
was to walk off the field The mob cheered
loudly for their hero as he Made it to the
sideline and was taken to the blue tent For observation
and review The game went on
and few, if any, gave this incident a second thought, while the player
puked and pleaded to come back to the action The hero did
come back and played that day and for many days after that To satiate his
desire for glory and the mob’s lust to be part of this tribal experience The mob says
this is all part of the game The players know
the risks and what they are getting into Everyone wants
the money, the glory and the adulation of the adoring fans It was only
years later that the player realized he had been sacrificed at the altar of greed by the gods of ownership They all went about their lives without the
fear and pain that forced him and his family into an
existence of isolation, drugs and abuse When he could no
longer tolerate it, the end came quickly - he loaded the gun and pulled the
trigger " the game still goes on!! © G. A. Bernard
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Added on January 31, 2022 Last Updated on February 4, 2022 AuthorG. A. BernardRiverview, New Brusnwick, CanadaAbout"A Writer-in-His-Own-Residence" Searching for peace and contentment by exploring words and attempting to resonate with a reader and perhaps publish at some point more..Writing
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