Checkmate
Yesterday my wife and I visited Leeds. We both independently had noticed that the place looked so much more downtrodden since we were last there, only a few weeks ago. We came across some guys playing with a giant chess set in the street. It got me thinking... Checkmate Two men locked in combat On a once busy city street Lines are drawn Brains not brawn Define these two urban thinkers Chess is their weapon of choice A battlefield laid out on the pavement The King once powerful and all conquering Now a shadow of what he used to be The Queen once primed for hostile takeover Moves aimlessly from place to place In search of the hidden pot of gold The Bishop can only stand and watch As life changes beyond recognition The Knight once glorious and sublime Has fallen from grace Committed a heinous crime The Castle once the bedrock Is now a dilapidated unloved shell Where crowds of followers used to dwell The pawns now trudge down trodden Not knowing where to turn Two men locked in combat