I Am A Weapon
I am not a boy
I am not a person
I am not to run or play
To laugh or smile
To complain or rebel
I am a pawn
To be maneuvered
Around the board
I am to be thrown
At the other side
In hopes of breaching
The defences that secure the Lord
I am a weapon
That can be dangerous
In anyone's hands
Weapons must be treated
With kids gloves
Can't let it go
Can't let it know
I am not Harry
I am The Chosen One
One Chosen Purpose
One purpose alone
When that purpose is gone
Underground in hiding,
I am no longer needed.
Weapons are not used
In times of peace
They are thrown aside
Locked in the cupboard
Out of sight, out of mind
Weapons are not loved
They are used
I am not a boy
I am not a child
I am a pawn
I am a weapon
The means to an end
End of him, and end of me
No yang without yin
I attack the black
Hope to survive to the end
And be promoted to a Queen
Fight again to the death
Then be shut away in my box
Until the next battle
At the mercy of the general
The chessmaster, the king
I am to follow blindly
Into the darkness of war
I cannot think
I cannot speak
My will is not mine
But that of my master
And though we fight for the same thing
He controls me
Tells me to live
Tells me to thrive
Tells me to fight
And tells me to die