Chess

Oh pitiless spectacle, oh woeful day
Why do I try, to play this game
I’ll lose it any way
I say this for; we are but pawns in the game of another
And kings, in the game of our own
We play these games with a shadow
Hanging over us
Moving us about
This is our own shadow and another’s
For we may play many a game at once
We play them as the rook
The castle and the king
A pawn a knight a horse
We play them as our queen
We play these games
But oh, we play blind
There’s a shadow moving, over us
Moving us about
It belongs to someone, we know

Is it yours
Or is it mine