What little I have,
What little hope I hold out,
I hold out for you my brothers and sisters,
As this ponderous ship lumbers on.
Burdened with the heavy load of it’s own pomposity,
It lists port and starboard under it’s shifting cargo,
Tacking to-and-fro to navigate to calmer waters.
Captain and crew befuddled by the turbulent course,
Confused, cries of “Mutiny!” wring out from the deck,
Their cries fall on deaf ears.
On course for the eye of the storm,
The captain, in his pigheadedness refuses to yield,
Refuses to see the oncoming torrent,
Refuses to change course,
If not for him, but the sake of his crew.
The crew abandons ship with nary a word,
Cowardly defecting to save face,
Leaving captain and cargo,
Feral and adrift to meet their fate.
For a ship untended…
Seldom reaches the safety of port
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~