This Game Called Chess Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The knights and bishops and rooks are set.
Just to protect the queen.
And the king stands there beside the queen,
As pawns are placed prepared to take a fall.
And this game called chess is about a life lived,
Just to protect the queen.
To ensure where she sits upholds a lifted image.
Although a king once dethroned doesn't stop the game.
As is witnessed by the queen moving where she wishes,
Daring to be touched, checked or equally mated.

'Your Highness...
We did everything we could,
To stop the 'B' word from being used.
But our efforts were matched,
By a bigger and better 'B' who came to play.
And I must say...
Splendidly.
Should we prepare to move to another hive? '