A white pawn paused on the chessboard
Facing a red, red foe
'I wait for the word of the Master
When he speaks I shall go
I notice that some of my brethren
Go not when he speaks to them
And, not many moves later
They are not seen again ...'
They were reluctant to hear
They delayed to obey
They waited too long in the rear
They did not discern the day
We will escape the Red King
Though bishop and rook machinate
The Red Queen's final offensive
Will prove too little, too late
We will stand on the back rank
When the campaign is won
Because we marched for the Father
And were of use to his son
We who responded when called
Put the red forces to flight
We were not dismayed or appalled
For the Master gave us the fight
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