Were it not for one to play buffoon

or to say of none we're way too soon

involved in peddling mass hysteria

when it's been held in each posterior

consciousness - makers of peace are

blessed. So ever to be near or far

we at our disposal have in hand

a power to write upon our sand.

It might the flying Dutchman be
Or the fame of those fishermen three
How it, planks of our own fashioning, walk we!