Where can we breathe? When can we choose?
Swing axes – exhale – build houses – again.
Riptides hide in haze and crazed days;
Nostrils stained with shards of cheap booze.
Darkness rattles … lungs and throats;
Why did they come? Why did we lose?
Meantime, beware, beware of death’s ruse.
Smooth skies feign, calm breeze a myth;
Ghost ships float on morning mist.
Tongue-less pirates unfurl black flags;
Dropping scarred anchors and watching them drag.
Families are dead from cannon’s roar,
Choked of their breath and chewed to their core.
Meanwhile, beware of the breeze, the breeze that is more.
Why did they come?
Why did we lose – it all – again?