PAWN

Pawn crossing great territories

Tsch, there goes Heaven’s own fool

I’m deep convinced

since to venture such vast

a trespass takes innocence

God knows it’s only fools

& wise men

whose ends ennoble them

No foot-soldiers front their spears

to swipe his side

by luck or miracle or deceiving fears

strategy & tactic are both remiss

He knows no throws which never miss

Oh sure Castles shall bar his progress

holding a border for defense

but tried by more serious threats

they parry to let slip his success

This is the truth he guesses -

it makes him mock & jest -

that as he moves his own pace

his enemy’s terror, their pressing concern

won’t let them prevent

his usurpation of the royal place.

This Poem was written by Agent 18 as part of the forthcoming Mercuric Distillations book of Poetry.

Other Poetry is findable at the Illuminati Ganga Poetry Page