2.7 - A Game Of Chess
A king and a queen,
A priest and a knight,
Were sent on a mission
That lasted all night.
Two towers, some soldiers,
They joined in the fight.
A battle for justice.
The winner was right.
The blacks got attacks,
The bad boys were white.
This wasn't a chess game.
Police ain't polite.
They filled Robben Island
And felt dynamite.
When laws allow black-outs
It's called Apartheid.
[Editor's Note: It's a cheap trick to use an innocent game for political reasons. Declaring the noble game of chess racism, asking questions like "why should white always start?", it has nothing to do with art and beauty. Artists shouldn't try to make the world a better place. They should work hard to improve the financial position of their publisher and secure the salary of their editor.]