The Pawn Poem by Steven SRS

Steven SRS

Oakland California

The Pawn

Rating: 5.0


I am a pawn,
A servant to masters,
A soldier to conquerors,
A statistic to historians,
A tombstone in the graveyard of time.
Nameless, faceless, thoughtless,
I am but a number,
In an infinite, inexhaustible army.

I am a pawn,
My wants and wishes
Mean nothing.
Mine is only to listen
And obey.
I am not unique;
There are many like me;
Therefore, my life is cheap and expendable.

I am a pawn,
A none are more feared,
For I am a warrior willing to die
Without reason or cause.
I have cheated, stolen, maimed, and killed.
Never questioning or reasoning,
I will do anything I am told,
Even if the consequence is death.

I am a pawn,
A none are more powerful.
Though blind in my actions,
I have destroyed
The greatest of lives,
And created the most monstrous of lives.
And before the end of time,
I may destroy everything itself.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kasey Graham 26 June 2010

Actually, I did have to look up 'stalwart'! I am reminded that we live in this super-connected world, a shrinking world where the internet has brought the corners of the earth together. And yet, we all still feel so disconnected and distanced from our 'village.'

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Patti Masterman 13 August 2009

Wow, this one of your poems is very stalwart, if somewhat myopic of self opinion. 'A statistic to historians'- don't we all feel that, in this modern age of approval ratings? Another for your collection of chess poems? (smile)

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