The sinking world is drifting in this floating boat.
Compassion is lost at sea
hope is submerged under the raging waves.
Justice is dashed upon the depths
a thousand grains of sand attack
the eye that dares to look
Did the women and children really have a choice?
Are these sekeleton of men to be blamed?
Is their pursuit of life so impure?
Is the heart that hardened by the Times?
The Times tell their own story,
the seasons have turned
will anyone seek refuge outside of themself
Would a people called not my people find home?
Who would take a desolate wanderer
and create an Oasis of safety?
Who could be a true guide
refusing bribe and bearing insult
so as to lead beyond this watery grave?
In this boat are the people without a captain
Blind have been led by the blind
There is no turning back for ruthless men plot against it
Yet no one opens the Way,
People sit all day in the darkness of the ships belly.
Unwanted, desperate, and nameless.
Are these the times that we live in?
A godless generation
everyone doing right or wrong in their own eyes
The world is sinking into the tossing sea
The car sales man is at the helm
Elephants, donkeys and lions read the maps and compass
The peacock has turned her face away
The fly is precariously resting on a plant called Venus
Moldy bread and cake are rationed out as gold.
Come fill your belly, toot your horn
say you have a life vest
Or that your compass points due North;
As the helping hand of this world
lends its hand to the other...
Have no worry we are told
...We will sink together.
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