War Games

As it unfolds, labeled cold, a wall confines the innocent It looms of iron, bricks, where stones are thrown and rifles aimed to claim the hopes of those intent to breech the sniper's scope Risks are grave, if they should fail and graves mound high, among the brave Outrage cries, games commence - incident or accident the game of spies, U know why-- a U-2 flies against the grain of do or die A chessboard filled with stakes so high, they may enrage a fist to rise in wars against democracy Labeled cold, …but hot as hell pawns are played, and deals are made Men sit alone within a cell, restrained, until a deal is tossed Lines are crossed, a bridge is crossed, and breaths are held for lives of men. Like ransomed gold they are played, and waged as if a game of chess, where consequence is life or death and peace depends on games of chance ............................................................................................. 2/25/16 Inspired by Contest: "Pick a Theme: Bridge of Spies" Sponsor: Craig Cornish Resubmitted For PD's contest: 100 in a ROW contest -- 11 PREMIERE number 2Poetry Contest