The End Game, a poem by T.V. Ramana at Spillwords.com

The End Game

The End Game

written by: T.V. Ramana

 

(Based on unfolding fronts and hidden agendas)

The techno-wars keep rising fast,
Like levels in games that never last.
Level after level, the hunger tightens—
And mighty warlords feint and frighten.
They need a scapegoat, need a cause—
To cloak their schemes behind the laws.

It sparked with Russia and Ukraine’s cry,
A wildfire flared across the sky.
Then Israel flamed with Gaza, Iran,
As ancient rage revived the plan.
A jolt in Kashmir — but who will frame
If India-Pak sparks the third front’s flame?

Now war’s a whisper on a screen,
One finger tap — the world turns mean.
Each nation guards its coded plan,
While allies shift like desert sand.
No one knows what path is drawn—
Just smoke and silence before the dawn.

Russia stands against NATO’s pride,
Israel leans on the U.S. side.
And India’s rise — a shifting tide,
The maps redraw, old truths divide.
Behind the din, a deeper game—
Where masks are worn in faith’s own name.

One agenda veils another’s claim:
Religion sleeps but sparks the flame.
That ancient creed — undead, unbound—
May split the world beneath the ground.
When the final front begins to flame,
We won’t ask why — just play The End Game.

Subscribe to our Newsletter at Spillwords.com

NEVER MISS A STORY

SUBSCRIBE TO OUR NEWSLETTER AND GET THE LATEST LITERARY BUZZ

We don’t spam! Read our privacy policy for more info.

Latest posts by T.V. Ramana (see all)