Bronze Game Piece

I did not know that my color bled Into each word drenched in red Not from blood that runs in my veins From the white power death forever reigns My lips move with desperate pleas Only to soothe your team of trustees You create my story in your mind Comfort in ignorance that keeps you blind I scream louder in effort to be heard Wrapping my emotions in every single word Condemned for my angry cries Fingers pointed at my broken eyes I am stripped naked and exposed Opposition has me enclosed Freedoms door never opened for me On the other side you all sip on your cups of tea I knock harder until my knuckles bleed My vocal cords tear, my hope recedes In exhaustion I drop to my knees Hearing you whisper “you pay the fees” My life was no longer in my control When my number appeared on your dice roll I lost long before your game began A bronze game piece that differed from your iron clan