THE MERCHANTS OF DEATH
by arkmikel
they embody the powerful and the weak
yet, they have minds that are crazy and sick
meet the clandestine shadows of the east
the boastful great warlords of the west
behold the unwelcome death dealer
the silent yet raucous two-in-one killer
the double back riding fourth horseman
the castaways of the human clan
we are in the midst of their fiery
surprises
their indiscriminate hits and misses
we are their pawns in their clever games
they will not stop until we are in flames
i will not take sides in this madmen’s
chess
both are evil, both are wicked no less
for the same wings that burns the villages
are the same wings that topples the towers
cloaked by religion and illegitimate
policies
they teem and merge with us in our cities
they will decide when to stop our breath
no apologies from the merchants of death