Checkmating Insanity
Once but a mere checkered board for pleasure,
A tactical game of strategic thinking,
Now of real-world monstrous competitive proportions,
Played by youngsters with dreams,
Labored by adults learning patience is brutal,
Trophy prone by adolescents understanding little,
But the game.
Bishops preach.
Knights recon.
Castles wait.
And the androgynous queen makes its check
While the pawns scamper,
Knowing capture is but time spent
In temporary confinement,
Until the next battle.
A game played with blacks and whites,
Yellows and browns,
Carved and molded,
Digitized and magnetized,
All pieces sacrificed if necessary
To protect the seat of power.
Eventually…
Nothing is merely conquered.
Destruction of the playing field
Remains all important.
Checkmate is of zero mercy.
Such is the White House
And its end game’s hopeful end.
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budd
Conservatives in control, have forced a widening schism between the haves and have-nots, reducing regulations allowing the rich to get richer and the middle class to shrink. The pendulum is swinging back like you expressed your poem using medieval terms. The dual threat of black protest and invisible virus, are quickly dismantling the false pretense of good king conservatism, that will lead to a landslide overthrow of the old and backward thinking of our government. Good riddance.
Ron