End Game

The little ones are more important than you would think
They provide the structure that controls the center
I have been told that it is all about controlling the center

So here I am, those four squares are mine
Two by occupation and two in threatened emptyness
Now comes the trouble, now is when I begin to lose

A tit-for-tat that seems equitable on the surface
The attrition of my nobility, no gambit of fools
Until only the little ones are left to protect me