We trudge on shaky waters with no smiles;
A current wild and fierce with matchless bite.
So sick from loss that lungs are filled with bile.
We fight for land, yet fall from acts of smite.
Who blames the doubt when Capt’ is far on top?
For down the deck a cry is never lone.
How easy it seems for light to scram and stop,
When darkness strides in stealing fame, the throne.
But seas do set and waves do calm with age.
We know not how, yet never ask the chief,
“How’d this befall”, or learn his truths on stage.
As life degrades, we drift against belief.
This war we face has pain that cuts to bone,
How few of minds believe the world unknown.