Two minds were playing chess for entertainment
Within the rules and between the column sixty-four
Colour was the code to differentiate their moves
They had supporters cheering and encourage
More than anything else it turned to battle of words
Soon the game of entertainment turned on its head
The king slowly moved to the corner and ordered
The soldier to march forward and give way to mighty.
When and how they changed their colours no one knew
The game is still being played by their soldiers
The king is crazy and his own soldiers should turn on him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great analogy and satirical poem of Putin! Thoroughly enjoyed this brilliant poem!