The Chessboard of Life

Pieces moved
across a flat board
- a metaphor surely
with some of us pawns
( the majority maybe)
and very few kings.
And this is symbolic
both historically and personally
while the board is our arena-
( place of play)
wether the whole world,
a nation,
neighborhood
or mere house.
The goal is strategy,
survival,
moving forward-
getting inside the opponent's head
- all so militaristic, tactical
the rules, direct and stark.
It is a play and counterplay
like fencing...
So what of the philosopher's idea-
" Just be"?
somehow it's been lost
in the scurrying and struggle.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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