Fester and rot bleed where power lies,
Preying with greed, like starved-born mice.
Forging illusions of comfort for pawns,
Battling on a board played by men with horns.

Unfolding wars in the names of gods,
Vowing it’s for the sake of tamed dogs,
While the young and foolish **** each other,
To the hoarding barks of the old and the bitter.

The demise of the wicked will reach the road,
The day the pawn gets to the end of the board,
And realizes liberation stands where mercy dies—
For the silent queen, the castles, and the knights.

And that is what makes pawns into Kings,
But everything comes back full circle, like rings.
Once a pawn, always a pawn in greed’s quest,
For power attracts the worst, corrupts the best.

- Niko Randeni