Black and white and white and black,

Two armed forces ready to attack.

White and black and black and white,

Opposite armies prepared to fight.

But look a bit closer, look a bit deeper,

The greed crawls in like a twisting creeper,

Pawn upon pawn, in a straight line,

Controlled by the king, forced to comply.

They work all day, they work all night,

White and black and black and white.

Behind the pawns stand the other pieces,

They're the upper class, and their wealth increases.

The pawns die sad deaths in enemy territory,

They live a life of sacrifice in a purgatory.

But their deaths are forgotten in this sorrowful story,

And the other pieces receive all of the glory.

So in this cruel war the pawns perish in hordes,

But the Kings, Knights, and Bishops reap the rewards.

The Rooks and the Queens profit from this battle,

But the poor pawns are slaughtered like simple cattle.

Now do you know who gains from this war?

The answer is clear, and it's not the poor.

Black and white and white and black,

Two armed forces ready to attack.

White and black and black and white,

Opposite armies prepared to fight.