The money and the power fit like hand in glove, manipulating our lives 'til they're soaked in blood. Like pawns on a chessboard we follow their commands, cleverly manipulated by cold corporate minds. They reap a tainted harvest bought with sleeping souls, their purses bulging as they play out their roles. Prancing about in their huge stately homes, costumes adorned with skulls and bones. Masonic handshakes get you into their halls, where horrors unfold amidst terrified calls. And way down here on the creaking boards, another pawn is lost to the bloodthirsty hoard. Their veils are returned as they cover the loss. Another family bereft, must recover the cost. * Written by Darren Scanlon, 2nd march 2015. Revised by Darren Scanlon, 2nd October 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.