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