I find myself too close to the frontline,
A contest between two flags,
I see flames encroaching on the horizon,
The heat grins upon my cheeks,
Scalding like impending doom,
These highlands are a no-go zone,
A board game too close to a fireplace,
The stage of a ruinous romp,
The two flags converse here in mushroom clouds,
Talking points at destructive decibels,
Airstrike arguments,
And howitzer handshakes,
I dare not linger,
These men in high castles care not for the little guy,
They propel uranium darts at this wasteland board,
Collateral damage upon their tongues,
Before kissing above the carnage they wrought.
WorldofHarley 
Love your artwork here. Excellent reference to “royalty” in “high castles” if course not all of them be Kings.
Thank you very kindly! Oh yes, you’re quite right though many believe they are monarchs.
The Oldschool Harlequin
Always a pleasure, friend. Cheers š