We are plentiful,
Another will take my fallen place.
The game of life keeps moving;
I'll bet that it's improving.
I watch we pawns be directed,
The age old hierarchy again erected
The kings and queens shall stay protected
Whilst we peasants get dissected.
Why this brutal monotonous thing?
Why can't we all be the king?
No, silly you, there must be pawns.
For who else shall earn the queen her bronze?
It's not a choice,
We have no voice.
Centuries will come and go,
Who but us shall ever know?
Rooks and bishops are exalted,
And any deaths forgotten, for the Ruler is faultless.
Though through grading the king is highest,
We pawns all know the queen gains triumph.
We are the invisible force,
Made to fight our fellow peasants,
We must give acquiescence.
We stay in shabby holes and hollows,
Till the time of the game that shall bring us to the gallows.
It's a torture, slow but sure
We fear there is no cure.
Glimpse into the life of a asset,
See the neglect and threat?
Never give in,
Independence is no sin.