piano keys dance slowly
as the smoke curls
gently
around gnarled fingers
holding the fate of nations
mindlessly
fidgety interns wait for orders
secretly regretting promoting military service
rooms full of children
interested and in-tune
signing up to die –
blankly looking at the clipboard
experiencing wetness in the corner of distraught eyes
visions of burning children and screaming mothers
entire cultures blinked from existence
once again sits at the forefront of options
no longer dissuaded by position
the smallest sound escapes pursed lips
echoing forever in the void –
crimson rivers cascade down suburban streets
the sins of the youth collide with the aggression of the infirm
and treachery once again rules the world
placeless faces taste rusty train cars
the ovens still work, even if they are museum pieces –
daybreak beckons and broken bearded *******
bent on beguiling those beneath themselves
barter for breadcrumbs
billing services and
buttering palms
sit atop fanciful castles
waiting for the next royalty check
……the invention of war
still is prosperous in the right families –