Black squares on a white background
You are either freedom or subjection
Message to come or prison of paper
Strange chessboard without pawn or king
Or key to millions.
Each point on this map is a nail in the coffin
We always bury something.
In the end we are all smiths,
All cartographers, all kings and pawns
And it’s up to us to ignore the jesters
And their black squares on a white background