It's not a chess board,
Or a game of two,
But it certainly manoeuvres
With motives and a move.

Every step accounted for,
But only by the player before,
It's a character deeply written,
From reality's folklore.

None is the pawn,
None knows the king,
But there's red everywhere,
With sirens and alerting bell's ring.

A player goes down on one end,
Striking a ripple effect towards the other side,
It's earthquake, tsunami, hurricane, tornado,
All at once, breaking every minute stride.

All motives and one single move,
With an unknown mastermind,
It's a mystery to decode,
Every man in his own grind.

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