Games of war

Life is a Game, Chess to Cards
Dealt chips of circumstance
Born to the debt of the dealers hands
Yet when others win
It is because the bishops Den
Is filled to the brim with a common enemy
Deceptive friends and family
The king being knocked down
Golden crown ripped from his head
By the Queens men
So try your hand
Ante up, you must
Fine a mate, with hearts not spades
Maybe they'll hold the ace
Won't leave you, alone down on your face