I am a Pawn
So I will be drawn
First into this fight
A move I may contrite
Quite like the King
At one given time, I wrestle
One block one time, unless
He plans to castle
The Knight, Bishop, Rook and Queen
Can change track in between
Once I go forward a rack
I can never move back
While I stand in line
It matters not what I opine
Not me but all else in staff
Will make a move on my behalf
When in a fix, they all scream
Tell me to take one for the team
Nothing I do can forestall
For their sake I take a fall
Destiny has a rule of thumb
That King I cannot become
Only good to form a screen
Lucky if I get to be Queen
Seeing what the Knight chose
A crooked path to transpose
The ease with which he went about
My straight path put in doubt
Wise men did remind
An upfront path will one day
Redeem losses left behind
Don’t be swayed by another’s way
All this strife
For the King’s persistence
To save his life
Only meaning for my existence
So goes my story
People mention when I am gone
I left devoid of any glory
A time once a-Pawn