The Ships Going Down

Aboard a ship called, “History,” / The world crawled in and set for sea, / And dancing knowing smiles agreed: / The ships going down. // And turning circles round about / Each others’ asses they all cried out, / In deafening and bestial shouts, / “The ships going down.” // And in a lonely corridor, / there sits a spirit that’s sat before, / Whose fate depends on filthy whores. / An unfair hand. // The captain bellowed and monkeys ran / To the highest places in the land, / And its been this way since pride began. / The ships going down. // And the last four monkeys between these coasts, / Who fight in public, but kiss alone, / Have trumpeted the funeral march. / The ships going down. // They throw the children overboard, / and pin the spirit to the floor. / The captain cries for more and more. / The rape begins…again…and again… // Shut out the lights and strike up the band. / There’s a storm raging, straight ahead, / With no intention of veering left or right. / We’d all be doomed if He waited one more night! // Now are the days when War is Peace, / Freedom, Slavery, and Ignorance, Strength. / The systems largely put in place. / The ships going down. // When asked the captain will smile and say, / “The whole of History led to this day, / And the future’s a boot on the human face!” / The ships going down. // But as the Darkness pierces Light, / and Death attempts to conquer Life, / The Truth begins to turn the knife, / and the world writhes in pain. // Shut out the lights and strike up the band. / There’s a storm raging, straight ahead, / With no intention of veering left or right. / We’d all be doomed if He waited one more night!