The city is a chessboard

The city is a chessboard

Filled with castles

And towers

With pawns

And perfume-sparkling flowers

The city is a chessboard

Where chairpersons drink

To infamy’s brink

Scotches of yore

To end their life’s joyful bore

The city is awake

On a summery breeze

Its sidewalks filled with kings and queens

Old and young

Fueled by power

Fueled by gain

The city fades into ether

Will it be the same, again?

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