We Are The Pawns

I thought of this one while playing Chess. Hope you like it1

We are the pawns, hear us speak

We are the pawns, hear us yell

We are the pawns, hear us cry

We are the pawns, hear our silence

Our far-off masters, sending us off to die

Like we are nothing but pieces

Expendable...Sacrificial...Worthless

We are the pawns, see our suffering

They tell us we are free

They tell us that we have a choice

Choice depends on the freedom to choose

And we, my friends, have no freedom to choose

Hear our song, hear our fight

We will go no further

We shall fight and we shall win

But not for them

“All power to the pawns!”

We shall fight against them, for we are no longer the pawns

We are the rebels

We are the rebels, hear us speak

We are the rebels, hear us yell

We are the rebels, hear us cry 

We are the rebels, hear our fight

For we are no longer pawns, but soldiers

We are humans! 

 

Author's Note

As always, open to criticism.

Reviews

[Thoctar]

I know this is for reviews of the poem, but oh well, just saying thank you for all the reviews, I never dreamed I would get this many, especially with not that many views, so thank you everyone!

[Oswell Thatinswell]

I like this poem. Very true for how govt can treat soldiers. Govt officials see soldiers as drawings on a tatics sheet

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I could imagine this being a rabble rousing punk song- definitely nailed 'those at the top' and I like the resounding cry for solidarity in defiance as its conclusion, nice one, spence

[Eile MacIntyre]

Powerful. Thats what this poem is. Its powerful.

[Geralyn Miller]

Fascinating piece.
Chess was originally a game to teach military strategy to officers, the pawns were only to obey blindly, they did not need to understand. In todays parlance, pawns were cannon fodder, expendable.