of a chess player?
Unable to move, save for the fingers
Leading a silent, apathetic army
against their equally unfeeling enemy.
White and black squares
of days and nights
devouring his might and knights;
He would have wished
that if only
the 'priest' uttered a prayer
for his 'queen' caught in snare,
Or if
they bled or screamed
while being stabbed in the field.
For that, but
they are too cruel;
Taken to opposite side, out of court
with silent stare
they put their master to trial.
Ever knew how it is
to have perfect calm around
and a storm within?
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