They kill the messenger. That’s a stone cold fact. I didn’t ask to carry it Nor did I have anything To do with the bad news I’m delivering, what’s more Good News is never rewarded Not even a bloody thank you. The pay is lousy , no benefits I pause to ruminate and rest on a rock Realizing no one will look for me If I never show up or go back Nobody cares if the messenger is lost, We are expendable and Only fools are dependable So I’m going languish awhile Figure out survival Maybe it will all blow over If I burn the declaration That one kingdom sent To the other declaring war For no good reason . I refuse to be it’s first casualty