The Pawn Poem by Nicholas Titus

The grand ole jury as some might say
Judging you on judgment day
These five wicked souls who send you to plunder
What of the fifth, I wonder I wonder
Five has gone against the vote
As the wicked four take note
Saying they will send him astray
What five has done caused much dismay
The jury now stands incomplete
Weak with no umbrella
Five set free from his burden
One, Two, Three and Four set out to judge five
But five lay dormant, far away
Waiting to be judged on judgment day
One is confused on what to do
In One’s brain shows something new
So one finds five where five lays
Five now confronted by one
So are you here to judge thee
One replies No I want to know what you know
Five with a grin say’s you thought of it too
One says I thought up something new
You went against the rules and nothing happen to you
You breathing, you’re still five and not a thing has gone wrong
Five Asks One what of Two, Three and Four.
I imagined them away
Here no more
A judging job is quite the burden
A life of freedom is one with intrigue
The life of a judging caused such fatigue
What of this, what have you done?
It took Five to teach just One
So live your life not set by rules
Cause judging men are judging fools…