Kon Kon Kon
It is heard, whispers lingering on ears
Whispers of the round table
Playing the human chess


Pawns Pawns Pawns
On all receiving ends
Servants under the table
A whole lot of segregation


Kon Kon Kon
Loud voices, still deaf ears
Is the pen still mightier than the sword?
I exist to help, still I am sidelined


Kon Kon Kon
Existing above the table, but still serve under it
Like a bunch of papers I am
Cries of Pawns are heard


In my prime I was respected
The beginners of the table
Who sleep and live on
I envy them all


Upholders of the table
Playing torture and shoot with Pawns
I see it all, I hear it all
AM I NEXT?


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