Flashback Friday Poetry: The Chronicles of a Mercenary

muddy waters
swampy graves
enter the mercenary
into the maze
hired to kill
all in his way
everyone will die
or he doesn’t get paid
using two guns
when one works just fine
blowing up buildings
just to pass the time
a difficult job
someone might say
but for those in the business
it’s simply child’s play
no one can escape
the great wrath of their might
they’re paid to cause destruction
to the death they will fight

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.