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.