Oh, Really?

“It’s amazing to see how pieces on a board reflect not only the individual life but also the collective history of civilizations”

Life is but pieces on a board

Some with fortunes, the rest

Set to play at the expense of will

The will to move, the will to stay.

No choice but to serve, the desire

Of the foreign, and disappear

Upon the hour; forgotten readily

No room, no glory, neither a memoir.

Scattered, sniffing, sensing the kill

An ambushed plot; but for what return

Brutality for the sake of brutality

Giving way to destruction.

Done with a frame and then

All in the dark; the king; the pawn

Sounds prevail the Colosseum again and again

Silent are those heard before.