On a chessboard of
life brings two armies here to fight.
The good will verse
the evil like the day opposes night.
The pieces are
scattered thereabout like the minds of a mixed society;
Drunken thoughts
will surely collapse from the lack of their sobriety.
Like reality,
mistaken moves might end in death.
The remainder of
the pieces must now consider what is left.
Should thou to
reign a victorious one and finish this game alive;
Just remain
enthroned in kingdom’s home ‘til newfound foes arrive.
This pattern,
indeed, will never cease to confuse or use our hope.
For we must fight
for solid ground, or lose our way to cope.
The king or queen
inside us all must stand up with our kind;
Or be knocked right
down, devoured and bound for the afterlife to find.
Copyright © 2001 by
John William Hemmer