I’ve seen giants
End up as dwarfs
Taj Mahal blueprints
End up as unpublished drafts.
I’ve seen Checkmates
End up as losses
For the player, was checking
Mates paces to run personal races.
Rocks have been reduced to ashes
For they were scared of harsh hiss
What will people say, has left a lot of folks
Without a say in their own lives.
If what will people say had a face,
I’m pretty sure it won’t be pretty
It will be the face of death
To countless greatnesses.