This game must be rewritten!

Let me tell you a tale of a table; crossed in marks of black and white,
Two sides battle for the glory over the other,
Leading their troops from behind the safety of cannon fodder,
But the only losers in this game are the people on the map.

Whilst the pawns move straight north towards their goal, they move in turn,
No pawn can win alone, no pawn can safe his home,
And what of the lords and lady's who hide behind the troops,
Dodging the rules they laid in front of them.

Now what of the players who move these patsies,
Awaiting in turn their taste of victory,
A shout cries out "Check!",
A moment of panic floods over the competitor...

Then I hear you say, "This game must be rewritten!",
The pawns the lords and the lady's of both sides must cease their fighting one another,
And question the players controlling their actions,
The warmongers who battle our lives away like a sadistic sport!!!

To summon the good in everyone!!!

Propagating propaganda; pulsing power,
Peace makers march the streets,
Preaching pathetic police sanctums (sanctions),
Convicting citizens of crimes against the crown,

A cunning ruse they spin to you,
No doubt they summon all the clues,
And handing over foolish favor,
Send you away with dishonest waver,

So who hears the cries of the criminal,
Who stole your damned dollar?
And who frees the dozen delinquents,
From the mental prison that conceals your neighbor?

The word of man is not to damn,
The feeling of guilt is something we share,
The way we lead should not be to deal,
But to summon the good in everyone!!!