A rudderless boat caught in a gale storm with no shore in sight
Leaving the boatman to rant and rue over his dire plight
Trying to flee misfortune only to land in calamity’s hands
The soul desperately struggles to hold onto faith’s last strands.
Every gleam of light is but a laughing mirage of cruel deceit
Every approaching bank turns out to be devious water in shapely surfeit
Every rising wave that slams into the receptacle with malevolent force
Every whistling sound of the storm that resembles veritable death throes.
Is this the price which genuine and pure passion has to pay?
Other than the merciless slaughtering of innocence is there no other way?
Do the hopes sprouting within tender hearts need to be rend asunder?
Is the expectation of togetherness in itself humanity’s greatest blunder?
Fie upon a society that clings to mores archaic and medieval
Curse upon mankind which makes impossible, even kindred survival
As the mighty waves finally wash over the heads of the figures in the sinking boat
It’s the very shameful crucible of mankind that drowns unable to float.
