chess pieces silent
plotting small revenges and missing the big picture
enrapt in the small things and surrounded in the mist
ammunition running low
shooting at shadows
ghosts in the wind
draw erred fire
shouts from under cover of the trees all around
taunts and slanders and things no one could know
the enemy aware of secrets even you didn't know of
jamming weapons
scare no one
revealed hide-outs
bring swift slaughter
chess pieces sitting
in wait for the kill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem