War Whores

The bedrock of war is the ego of greed. When flocks of takers swoop down on the meek. Savage hearted beings are born every second. Leading their flock to the twin summits of.. hopelessness and death- The masses are groomed to silence- Too frightened to march or to speak. Praying for a dormant messiah to pluck the light from the dark of the devilish deep- Powdered men are nothing but harlots for power and control. Air kissing the cheek-then go for the throat. Sipping the blood of the last honest soul. ....an endless cycle of sipping blood and loving destruction loving destruction and Sipping blood... Soulless hoards savaging all that is cherished. And all that is loved.