fledgist | running out of options

what's won or lost is more than just a game
prizes are valued more than for their cost
who dares to ask just what thought has been tossed
out in the wilderness of hope and blame
would not i think be angered at the name
of one who though subordinate and bossed
would not accept one second being crossed
but fry the varlet with a cruel flame
assume that none of us can comprehend
the reason for the shouting and the ire
while all around us the last cities fall
someone a higher purpose may intend
but worlds must crash into a single fire
and not one person be left standing tall