and some, i assume, are good players

A racist has entered the game
and there is no counter-play

except to tilt, tilt, tilt
the screen from your humanity.

The bastard plasters obscenities
and loathes Peru in particular.

[insert furiously typed diatribe]
[a copy-pasted hate sermon]

Dude, what did Peru do to you?
Did it steal your determination?

Did it ruin your white life?
Ah, we will never play again,

but it comforts me to think
of you in the brooding dark,

brow contorted, slick fingers
flying over the keys,

squinting through the fog
of war, counting your enemies.

You make nine of them each game.
Your world is getting smaller.

And wouldn't it be nice, you think,
if the river was ten feet taller.