In a sea of liquid gold
Your boats are full
A bounty, an argosy wasted
Adrift with no wind to fill your sails

Anchors aplenty
Weigh you down
Pull at you and slow you
As you eat of yourself

Children on the shore
Beg a piece of bread
Just beyond your hearing
And conscience you have shed

Widows mourn their loss
Their houses you have taken
To the streets they go
Like you they are forsaken

He has rowed away
Beyond you in the sea
Left the dead to bury dead
Set the captives free