Black and White

The roses are bloody The violets are brown The people are dying Because of the crown The King has no power When next to the Queen She orders the kills And looks out on the scene A war is now waging But to her chagrin The fight is both outside And also within The Pawns have been slaughtered All killed in a line They went to war knowing They'd run out of time The Knights have all fallen In brave sacrifice The Bishops are felled By a roll of the dice The Rooks are all toppled The castles are sieged Leaving no time For the people to grieve The Queen sees it all And wants to amend She joins in the war And she, too, meets her end The King is cut down By the enemy Queen The final deed done Without being seen The roses are wilted The violets are too All the people are dead- That's what war will do