Chopping Board

The chopping board gets cut upon every night and day It doesn't moan or say whose wrong or right it's Just chopping boards way Sitting in the corner silent waiting to be used The chopping board doesn't care for Kings or Queens who Steal the Knight nor politicians left and right they just Aren't very bright The chopping board looks out the window too the starry Night Remembering a forest long ago that went further than Plain sight For she once stood a proud beech tree years gone by its True Now she's sitting waiting to be used by me and you Just give a care for what you do and know the die is cast The board will be sitting silently when this culture breaths It's last.