Chinese Checkers

Some are throwing, some are receiving 

Some were on the cliff, standing and falling.

Some trying to save some trying to pave.

No one shot,

They only fought

A battel to sought

It's my land where you are sitting

And hence he refused and raised his arms

Willing or unwilling

They engaged in a bloody bath,

His fist and their stone-age weapons

Crossed each other on an undestined path.

Remorse and grief both sides, I lost mine

Your side also does not seems to be fine,

On the land so high only silent screams

And deafening noise of shattered dreams.

Some play this game to win,

But a lost chance is a lost life

What prevails in this strife 

Is death and sacrifice.