Let Them Know Where the Next One Is

Or else, they will create one for you. That’s the truth.

Do you know who’s going to inherit the world? Arm dealers. Because everybody else is busy killing each other. That’s the truth.

Somewhere in Africa? Or maybe not. Probably in Eastern Europe. Let it be. It takes a single flight, a price list and here you go. The shipment will be on its way.

Yes. As simple as that.

In case the market is down? Well. Not that of a big issue. Few phone calls to big-shot politician friends and a war is announced. You realize that intelligence services are spread all over the world. And they do their jobs.

You know. Arm dealers have families to support. Yes. We should understand.

Kids get their books to read in some of the most prestigious universities in exchange for bullets other kids are shooting at each other. That’s the truth.

If it were for a certain cause? For people who’ve been resisting a tyrant enemy for decades? Why not. Unfortunately they need it. But does a ten year-old kid in Freetown need it? I don’t think so.

Death has always been a source of living to some people. Shall there be wars and killings, there will be big black tie parties and bottles of champagne being opened.

An expiry date in a certain part of the world is a fresh product in another. Why throw arms away. Instead they sell it and transfer it. But this shall never happen shall there not be conflicts somewhere.

Again. If there are any, they will create one for you.

And that’s the truth.