The Old Man sits on
his chair
He looks out
through the glass mirror
The day brings him
joy and contentment
For he plays his
game of chess
The master of the
game is back
In the old days
nobody dared to ask
He could do
everything he desired
He was the mover at
a cost he knew
He can’t be bother
what others say
He has the power
flowing in his hands
The Old Man shrugs
his shoulders
Hold his pen he
writes his lines
He knows he never
changes his spots
It has returned to
take control of his life
Though he wants to
bring new changes
He feels the old
way of chess game
He will hand over
his post
He knows he has to
keep his promise
Though he may try
his old game
The divide and rule
way; he knows it well
The blue gets in
the tight knot
On the succession
issue
The white knight
gets clobbered on khat moves
And the red smokes
the fire
He is the master of
his game
He doesn’t like to
sit in a tight corner
He needs to find
collaborators in his quest
So, the chess game
of divide and rule
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