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!!!