CHESS

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.

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