Pawn

by Trinity Rayne

Do you feel like a pawn in life's game of chess?
People feel like that daily if I had to guess
People are being hurt, abandoned, and abused
Everyday more and more are being used
It really hurts to see it going on
It really hurts for people being treated as a pawn
The world is full of cruelty and injustice all around
All we want is for justice and peace to be found
Is there an end to the games being played?
Is there an end to people being scared and afraid?
Will life's game of chess ever end good?
Will it end the way that it should?
Will things ever be simple and calm?
Because everyday out there is like a ticking time bomb
Words are said and people are hurt
Then they end up like a used pawn in the dirt
It really is incredible that this happens every day
It can't all be prevented no matter what we do or say
It keeps happening from dusk to dawn
Because it is easy to end up as a pawn

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