Titanic

Poem by Ashley Fay

Our system is like the Titanic.
The Captian knows, but doesn’t want us to panic.

The music has been playing, and it seems a normal day. But, the water has been rising from under the bay.

We notice its’ tidings and run for the doors—they’re locked, we were distracted by politics, drinks, and with girls.

It was Trump, it was China, it was Putin’s fault? How will we verify nukes, once they exit their vaults?

The engineers rigged this with not enough rafts. Better to tear off doors and jump, then waste time panicked or dancing.

We cannot buy ourselves out of a banking trap. But, wisdom can turn back the clocks and take it all back.