Each leader has a war chest,
Millions,
Paid for with blood and limbs,
The gold of the chest,
Pounds and dollars and roubles,
Minted in hells flames,
Emblazoned with skulls grinning,
Baying for oil and miles,

The true fuel for warfare,
The ammunition of conflict,
As the chest opens its charnel maw,
Arms dealers rub their hands,
And children cry in droves,
The drool of the chest,
It looms over free lands,
And shadows of bombs fall soon after.

Comments
  1. You have a great way with words to express socio-political ideas with profound clarity and…truth.

  2. grumpygorman says:

    powerful. re-posted it here:

    https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/08/02/war-chest-the-oldschool-harlequin-from-world-of-harley/

    full credit given and link provided, of course.

    thanks for sharing your words.

  3. shauna says:

    β€œBaying for oil and miles β€œ

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