Pawns Of Refuge Poem by Saint Eule

Pawns Of Refuge



Pawns of refuge, rooks lay in wait - the game was played, who took the bait. Our true beginnings lost in the sand, ebony or ivory a promise in hand? Does it really matter the color of skin or the heart of the man that is planted within.

Sunday, July 25, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: lost
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