The chessboard is open for business still

One day it will fold according to the will

Of the designer and maker of the mighty heavens

Making it disappear with swift, judging actions

We can line up our troops and seek a long reprieve

But our human powers are puny and us deceive

That we can change a single day or night

Slipping and sliding from left to right

Up and down the board we go

Full of pride, conceit and show

Black or white we are all the same state

Waiting for sure at the judgment seats gate.

The board is running out of time

Resources and dwindling and air is prime

The need to preserve the planet for the future

But it’s already too late for man is the butcher

Who has ruined the soil, the trees and the pollen

Burgeoning business the environment swollen

Like a dead animal forgotten to be buried

As over the end of time we have hurried.

The board is nearly closed

Slide fast to the last post

Make it to the other side

A new game will then decide…