The Checker Game

The Checker Game

It's a war of wit
On this patterned blood-stained battleground.
There are no heroes in this skirmish,
No valiant princes, no brilliant strategists.
There are only those who are dead and those who are dying,
Those who cloudily stare across the board,
Willing to perish,
To serve the king
"For the betterment of the kingdom."

But you've changed the hierarchy
And made me your queen.
You've educated me on the rules of engagement,
And yet, each time I've looked away, you've flipped the board around,
Sent spies, set traps, and excavated ditches
Across the path you wish me to take.
So am I royalty with a mission?
Or is this simply suicide?