Checkmate - Mel Afoa

The chess pieces are like humans,

vunerable and easy to move, without any hesitation!

- Pauline Londana

She's like a chess piece,
moves when someone tells her too.
She is influenced easily,
and lets others roll all over her.
She cannot help but say nothing,
watches as they walk over her every minute.
Shes like a chess piece,
vunerable to the core.
She doesnt do anything when they speak,
just silently moves her head and obeys.
She stands mute as they shout their commands,
hurries off without any hesitation.
They play her like a chess game,
moves her within a blink of an eye,
and leaves her with blank confusion in her mind,
to wonder how she came across being there.
Shes not the queen, nor king in the chess game,
a rook, bishop nor a noble knight,
but a pawn she is, left in the front of the battlefield,
sent like a poor soldier in the homefronts of the world wars,
she is their pet, a pet they take for granted, blinded herself,
her true friends the only ones who can see her suffering.
She is like a pook king on the chess game in the end,
surrounded by fake friends, influenced by them, checkmate.