Suits
/The Art of War
By Jack Thomas
The art is simple. It’s power.
A game of chess, but the pieces breathe. Pawns with pulses.
We fight because we’re told there’s something greater.
Invent a villain. Call them the wolf.
Sharpen the pitchforks. Light the torches.
It’s open season.
The suits don’t speak.
And if they do, don’t expect truth.