Bloodied was the battlefield
Troubling the master’s mind
Slain on the 64
Pawns and officers alike
Black king in safety
White king touched by blood
Queens are overlooking
Black is centered on
Bishops slain in battle
Standing remains one
Valiant are the Knights
As battle rages on
Rooks are charged with safety
Though one was touched by blood
Bloodied was the battlefield
Who will come help?
– Ogunsiku Babatunde
We no longer know the difference
Between the victor and vanquished
The squares are drenched
In the blood of victory
Which is yet to come
Not having made a move
We are already broken
Not having entered the battlefield
We are already wounded and slain
Not having Shed as much blood
We got as much waste
Our patzer soul is the checkmate.
– Osunfuyi Abimbola
Like hens to the slaughter
We were led
Like cripples and broken things
We were abused
It was meant to be
A game of kings
It was meant to be
Peace and not war
Now it is war
Should be war of kings
But still we perish
For what can we say?
When the elephants fight
The grasses that suffer!
– Jimmy B. Davidson
