Always Be A Chess Player Poem by Quir Diing Jr.

My mother kept an eye on me
Just like the security camera
From that minute I visited this world
Though born in rampage of war
I thought
I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth
And then the game goes
Place your king in the wrong spot
And you hear the word check
Either your tanker or the horse
Will pass-on
The thing remain
Each second you should be keen
On which of your soldiers will die next
And let your juntas be mother to your
Stronghold
Win or lose but
Let the king be protected!