The Pawn Will Never Change

After every board has been checked After every clock has been set The pawn sits Waiting for its time With no rest

When the game begins The pawn is used The pawn is played But the pawn is rarely favored After every battle A pawn is often lost A pawn is merely collateral damage Protecting others Just to be taken later

A pawn knows its role It’s to be pitied Small, irrelevant In the mist of the cold The pawn fights in the war But is never present for the treaty Its bellicosity is merely benevolence

After every bishop is killed After every knight falls And after every queen makes her sacrifice The pawn is forgotten for its plights Its only remarkable talent? Transforming into something greater

After every game has been played After every piece has been slain And after everyone moves on The pawn knows its destiny is unwilled to change