How can we be so bored?
Our opponents we have gored,
Clocks, calendars ignored,
And focused on the board.
There little pieces compete
In a game, like life, complete
With no chance at all to cheat
For victory or defeat.
Deciding to play chess
Is more than simple guess.
It's dalying no less
With the kiss of death's caress.
White and Black, Black and White
You are white and I am black
But our world is not as stark
as white or dark
as black.
I am the white
Your black is poised to fight
In chess, yet men of all colors unite
And move over squares to our delight.