LAND HO





Strong winds are blowing,
So up with the sails.
We're racing a northern
To the gateways of hell.

The captain has mutinied,
Jumped ship on high seas,
After raping lady liberty.

The rest are left upon the decks;
Chaos rules the wheel
And steers into oblivion
Our fates a treasure to steal.
Even though history,
Offered a steady command,
But, was abandoned long ago
Forgotten at first sight of land.

No place to disembark this ship,
Even though the devil's tongue slipped:
Telling us of our fates
As we dock up to Hates' gates.
~





DBrown Fisher
© June 1995

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