Chess short poem

The money and the power,
like hand in glove,
ruling the world from
ivory towers, above.

Like pawns on a chessboard
we follow commands,
coolly manipulated
by cold corporate minds.

They reap the harvest that
they bought with our souls,
their purses bulging and
gold, buried in holes.

Prancing about in
their huge stately homes,
fancy costumes adorned
with skull and bones.

Masonic handshakes
get you into the halls
where the horrors unfold
amidst terrified calls.

Whilst way down here
upon the cold chessboard,
another pawn is lost
to the bloodthirsty horde.

The veils are returned
as they cover the loss
and the families are left
to cover the cost.

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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