War Chest – The Oldschool Harlequin (from World of Harley)

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,ItContinue reading “War Chest – The Oldschool Harlequin (from World of Harley)”