I don’t stand a chance against a knight, a bishop or a rook,
I’m only a pawn.
Pitilessly offered as a bait, mercilessly slaughtered,
I’m merely a pawn.
I will never be able to conquer the king alone,
I’m just a pawn.
If left all by myself in a war, without my pawnmates,
I’m a dead pawn.
I don’t have the luxury of moving backwards,
I’m a pawn.
I can’t choose to remain where I am,
I’m a pawn.
A pawn is made to be pushed, so I shall push,
Push forward, oh, pawn.
A handsome piece made to meet its end-
To bid to become queen.
Precious queen, at last, an indispensable pièce,
No longer a pawn.
Just A Pawn
2 responses to “Just A Pawn”
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[…] I play chess but I rarely spend more than an hour on any other mobile or PC games. Libs, my workmate and friend, introduced me to this addicting pursuit. During that fleeting moment inside the elevator, I was amused by her facial expression (e.g. knitted eyebrows and pouting lips) and queer taps on her cellphone’s screen. […]
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