Life is a game of chess

And we're all players.

The white pieces are

The More Fortunate:

The rich, the lucky, the protected.

The black pieces watch, sullen.

Differences are enlarged,

Made to look more than they

Really are.

The pieces play

In varying degrees

Of honour.

But it is a game,

And it does end in

Bloodshed.

This is realised

And players have

Tried to stop this.

But after all,

It is a game of chess,

And in a game of chess,

You never really stop playing.

And however unnecessary it is,

There is a divide,

And that divide will remain

No matter what.

That's how it is

In the game of

Chess called life,

And that's how it will be

Forever.