The Two Chess Players

If they had met at some small bar,
Or at a business seminar,
With interests not dissimilar
They would have had some friendly chat
Then with each other.

For them, chess was their chosen game,
And each one played with victory's aim.
They might contest a title claim
And play a final tournament
Against each other.

But this was never meant to be.
Their nations lived so differently,
And leaders who could not agree
Conscripted them to go to war
And fight each other

And they themselves were now just pawns
That all such conflict always spawns.
They may yet rest 'neath battle's lawns.
For orders came that they must strive
To kill each other.

© Tom Chapman 2008