War and Conquest
squared up aggressively,
"Who invited you to this party,
you are just another version of me"
said War antagonising
"Well, I think you will find I mop up your mess"
claimed Conquest.
"Will you two knock it off, let's get some food"
Famine interrupted
her rumbling stomach
not improving her mood.
Pestilence rode in like a plague of locusts.
Everyone groaned.
"Not you again" moaned Famine.
"It makes me sick,
always turning up
like a bad smell",
War queasily intoned, feeling unwell.
"Who do you lot think you are?"
Pestilence spluttered
through putrid pouting lips.
"I was here before you lot had been born."
"Those were the days,
Me, Wild Beasts and Sword
rode with Famines predecessor"
Pestilence spoke spit soaking her overcoat.
"Sword, Wild beasts!?
what sort of names are these"
War roared with laughter.
Death boomed
"Enough"
The room fell deathly silent,
nobody dared speak.
The rats around Pestilence' feet
didn't even raise a squeak.
"Well whilst you are here,
can you explain
this Covid thing to us,
been getting so much shit
from the higher ups"
Pestilence rasped,
hacking over her words,
the words fell ill and died in the night
"That wasn't us, I think you'll find
those humans were the masterminds.
We had nothing at all to do with that,
and didn’t infect any wretched bats"
"Again, these humans kill themselves
Do they have a death wish,
or do they want to rot in hell"
War's words fell
like rockets from above
"I know" conveyed Conquest in a convoy of words
"They will be the death of me."
"Your wish is my command"
Death laughed menacingly
His voice dying
in the evening sky.
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