I may be going crazy.
They’re prepping for a war.
They’re not just being lazy,
They’re watching from afar.
The skyscrapers are crumbling.
That structure’s in the way.
Destruction is expensive.
I wonder who will pay?
If I just send a rocket
to knock down your old blight,
then we have in our pocket,
a reason for the fight.
My people pay the rockets
that hit your people’s city.
We’re lining our pockets.
And watch the Volk with pity.
EB Smith