A chess board
Simple and plain
The rules are simple
No pain no gain
This pawn is taken
The bishop is down
A knight has fallen
But the Queen keeps the crown
But that pawn had a child
She was only three
A precious little angel
Torn apart viscously
The bishop adored his wife
They couldn’t bear to be apart
This is why it came as a shock
When a bullet tore through his heart
A knight was once a boy
He dreamed of saving his home
But he was mercilessly slain
And died all alone
But why does it matter
You won the game
Who are they to question
Your power and fame
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Author:
SomethingStrange (
Offline) - Published: October 11th, 2017 18:03
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
Very good write, it says a great deal about life. Welcome to MPS.
Thank you.
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