Chess Pieces - Muhammad Shanazar

Chess Pieces

The combatants are heartless,
They may have the hearts but of wolves
Or made of steel, or of stone,
But not human hearts at all.
I seek for men and women with tender hearts
Those may absorb or share human pangs,
But met a very few.

Here lives of the people are purposeless,
They live but for themselves,
They are born with the shackles of selfishness,
And don’t have their own choices
To live in this world,
Either they die or killed but in either form
They have no option to savour the taste of liberty.

When they wish to speak
Their voices get struck into their throats,
They are merely chess pieces
In the hands of the rulers to play with,
They only number them in elections,
To get hold of the authority and nothing else.
They are the part of the game of plus and minus,
But they have no powerful role,
Their voices are but without contents of emotions,
They have the eyes but sans vision,
They are bound with the cycle of fate,
And the so-called leaders of humanity,
Keep it moving on, as they wish,
But
All the time conspiring with the monster of wars.