The Pawn

We are just pieces Of a mighty game. Here, on the battlefield, Feel no pain. Let the King and Queen Shout their orders. And the horse-head knights Protect the boarders. The Rooks Will beat the crooks, And the Bishops Stand at the outer crops. But the pawns, Though weak, Sacrifice for the greater cause, And are willing to break. It's a big game, Still feel no pain. The pieces advance, Moving their stance. One against another, They clash, why bother To end it now. Ending it, how? But though the pieces break, And the whole world will quake, The whole game derives. This is like our normal lives. Are you a higher rank With many deaths in the bank? Or are you a pawn like me? Ones who actually see- See the horrors as they come, Ones who hear the drummers drum. WE know what it's like. We'll be nice...psych. WE will be our own army, And WE will advance, you see? The weak and the dark, the worn to the bone, WE will advance like stone. Those who make fun of the pawn, And laugh at us all the time. WE will win, And now I write this rhyme. Beware those who think they are higher. Be ready to BURN LIKE THE FIRE!