by Taufiq bin Abdul Khalid
Cease thy endless jabbering,
Thy incessant prodding,
All thy surmise and complex opening
Now lie in pitiful ruin.
My King is open, my Rooks are dead,
And now I have lost the Queen,
Oh, reason, vain, damnable reason,
Thou art checkmate!
Woe that I ever paid thee any heed!
For thou claim thou knew,
When in truth, thou never bloody did.
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