There is no game as deadly as a war.
Men attack men in ways learned from before.
Strategy is used to fight;
Careful planning over years, weeks, and nights.
War’s akin to playing chess;
Side versus side in great gloomy duress.
The soldiers, they are but pawns—
The kings and queens are countries strong;
Bitter with hatred at each other’s wrong.
Players knocked off from the board
Are noble ones slain in the merciless war.
Many die, and soon one stands;
A hapless king burdened with war’s demands.
He surrenders, and at times he dies;
A fallen country become the victor’s prize.
The game is over and it ends;
But who knows when another will begin again?
Thus the cycle of the game called war,
Where men fight their brothers with schemes learned from before.