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