Life is a Chess Game

The power elite
Has control, glory and fame
While the pawns do the labor,
Pay the taxes and carry the blame,
Fight the king's wars
In God's and flag's name
And the elite war profits gain,
Then, confidentially,
The king tells his queen:
Lucky for us, but how foolish
Those peasants seem.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz