chamutangete

he who was the king was a king no more
he who was the king was a pawn
when the winds of time changed direction
when the wind was locked up in cages
of black lines drawn left to right and top to bottom

he who became the pawn was a pawn no more
he who was the pawn was a horse
when there were people and things
to be moved from here to there or there to here
when the war broke out, when more was less

he who became the horse was a horse no more
he who was the horse was a bird
when the world grew smaller and their thirst grew large
when the cage wasn't big no more
to go out and look around when all was nothing

he who became a bird was a bird no more
he who became a bird was a looking glass
when all around was all of what was there already
in the shapes of the king, the pawn, the horse and the bird
showing everything that changed, without a change