Skill Pieces

 

The chessboard now sits empty

Filled with only fallen foes

It’s always such a pity

When the game draws to a close

The pawns are always slaughtered 

Both sides come and then they go

With hard strikes from knight and bishop

Intersecting in kill zones

The pawns are so expendable 

They need replacement all the time

It gets hard to find those new recruits 

With few returning from the line

Young pawns are being shanghaid

To take their place on black or white

They can move just one step up or back

But they can’t think side-to-side

Knights and bishops can come on real fast

And together just in time

One fills the other with belief

To kill the other side

Dissidents in darkened towers

Sanctuaries changing form

Now in place to hold the masses

Self-imploding in their storms

Fantastic force to kill from distance

Where technology holds sway

Skill pieces aren’t so good in trenches 

Where the pawns all earn their pay

But we see in modern times

The king and queen have merged

They both possess dark qualities

That they once held in reserve

Now the temptress and the tyrant

Want to make it all burn down

While the hidden hand is laughing

With his fingers on the crown

Waiting for a pawn uprising

If they ever face the truth

Those skill pieces right behind them

Are in place to kill them too