Pawns.
Extras. Soldiers. Mercenaries.
Pawns.
Fearless souls who stand in the front line ready to be sacrificed. Selfless people whose sole purpose is to fight and die. Fight a war they didn’t want. Die for those who wouldn’t care. Dead or alive.
Pawns.
16 on a chess board. Brave, both black and white alike. Restricted and tied and yet sent out every time.
Pawns.
Protecting with their weak strength. Mercenary men.
Pawns.
Sitting in the same box when the game ends. Prince or a Pauper, the final box is just the same.
Pawns.
Us all… but pawns.
There’s no stampede, they move on
Different directions, one purpose
Where someone’s loss is anothers gain
Yes, these are stones on the chessboard
Highlighting shields, criss crossing valour
And then there’s Pawn
Clear cut, one dimensional
That’s where it ought to be
Even then it’s battle hardened
And makes the majority
It sure has its place
No one’s a failure they say,
A couple did kill the mighty king once
When the queen was astray
That’s the pawn by the book, by the rule
A sacrificial lamb, yet leveraging on making a killing.
Pawn by the book
Never said ‘Die’.