Tuesday, 1 May 2012

16th June 2009 - II

What are we if not pawns on a giant chessboard
To be moved about as pleased
And even sacrificed if necessary
As suits the game plan or battle strategy

And when comes the time,
Eventually retired or replaced
The day the council elders grow tired and weary

Of playing the same old game with the same old chess pieces
Day in, day out,
Where a single day lasts a lifetime,
It is believed,
And where a week equals seven earthly generations,
It is also believed.

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