Malkin of Tabbyland

Checkmate (most_bay) Wk - 4

Checkmate

Do you see it, love?

The smug storm up there

This could be the day

Too little time to spare

Promise you'll be strong

You won't let them see

Your tears , your fears

We're made of fire

... and spears

We'll never stop fighting

We'll never quit lighting

The road for our children

And those who search

... and seek

A truth crystal clear

Do you hear it, love?

The bruised drums of war

You smell the stench of gore

Those one-sided battles

Of hogs who snap and snore

Do you understand, love?

The filthy game is on

Where everyone will lose

Thinking their loss is won

Centuries never ceased

Their glorified hate

Our justified fate

Same arena

Same criminals

New battleground

....state

Do you get it now, love

The sky glows vermilion

But as long as we're one

We shall defeat oblivion

Then we say our last word:

Checkmate...