The Chessboard

imagine yourself as a piece on a board
can't make any moves, not of your own accord
no, every decision dictated above
a hand that descends, lacking mitten or glove
and grabs you in fingers still covered in grease
so unceremonious, no thanks or please
just moves you wherever, and says, stay right here
and you, just a pawn, have the whole world to fear
but opposite you there are bishops and kings
they think that it's them that are pulling the strings
but really for all of us, it's just that hand
and we, like all pawns, struggle to understand