Poem

The Death's Game

A death's game has started,

With three people on target,

They will be given tasks,

If they fail they will go to God at last.

The gamer has started the game,

Where the winner will get the money and fame,

If they start, they have to finish the game,

If leave in between, they have to die in vain.

A man came for the task,

And had to eat fifty insects very fast,

He could not eat even ten,

And got a rod through him again and again.

The second man came,

Who would complete the task or be a dame,

He had to jump off a building,

And survive by magic or conjuring.

He jumped off and lost control in midway,

And died whimpering like a lost child on a highway,

The third one came so fast,

As if born for this task.

He had to run a hundred rounds,

In a football stadium on the ground,

He completed the rounds in time,

But died of exhaustion, a killing very fine.

The three people have been killed,

By a man who did it for his thrill,

He was a madman not knowing what he did,

When he shot a bullet at himself as if he had bid.