Checkerboards - Tiles

The purpose has meaning

But the meaning is we’re bleeding

Moving the checkers on the board

Chasing our selfish benefit

In the hallowed halls of avarice

King us on the checkerboard

Scattering checkers on the floor

Scattering checkers on the floor

Thinking in the past

Of all the things which didn’t last

Dispel the stress of compromise

Uncertain aims were no surprise

As the path played out ahead

And condescending words were said

I know the will was mine

A future dreamt within my mind

The purpose has meaning

But the meaning is we’re bleeding

Moving the checkers on the board

Chasing our selfish benefit

In the hallowed halls of avarice

King us on the checkerboard

Scattering checkers on the floor

Scattering checkers on the floor

Can we define what’s right

Fighting ourselves with all our might

Thoughts and strategies are terms

To reject upon the urge

Can’t deflect impending shame

By passing on your shame of the blame

Weapons rust in the rain

The same mistakes will strike again

The purpose has meaning

But the meaning is we’re bleeding

Moving the checkers on the board

Chasing our selfish benefit

In the hallowed halls of avarice

King us on the checkerboard

Scattering checkers on the floor

Scattering checkers on the

I am sitting in the crowd

Unresponsive to the voices that I hear

Shouting out can’t catch my ear

I am thinking with furrowed brow

Wondering why we foster

Nurture all our fears

Enemies ever oh so near

Always knowing the answer

Always knowing what is best

Disrupting the balance of nature

Neglecting our cause and effect

I am waiting patiently

Ignoring forces hoping to take hold of me

When will this distance set me free?

I am sorry once again

Disruptions claim my inner thoughts

I do not speak

Uncommon sense just out of reach

Social structure with order

Socially separate we discover

Traits of distinction denied

Mistaking our heritage for pride

Disruptions fuel the motion

Conflict feeds our institutions

Right and wrong defy description

Freedom without restitution

Is all life based on illusion?

Left is right?

But right is wrong?

Peers dictating who belongs

Thrill to the kill

As we kill what we fear

What we don’t understand

And what isn’t clear

The purpose has meaning

But the meaning is we’re bleeding

Moving the checkers on the board

Chasing our selfish benefit

In the hallowed halls of avarice

King us on the checkerboard

We don’t know we’re losing

Euphoric we’re choosing

Falling off the checkerboard