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Strategy
Black and white
Decoratively covering the board
Pawns rest in front
Only choice is to move forward
The royalties watch in angst
As their pawns move ahead
Across a checkered no-mans land
To where fate slowly consumes them
It's all but a strategy
To put the weak at the front of the line
But survival of the fittest beckons
Those who're weak will have their time
As the king watches over his peeps
As the knights draw their swords
As the pawns march to their doom
This game has just become a war
To where pawns are left standing
And knights lie bleeding on the ground
The weak are left standing
As the strong now lie down
But is it really about the battle
That wages on between black and white
Or is it about the choice we make
To put us at this place to fight
There are so many right moves
And so many wrong
When will we be able to discern between the two
