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 denials.

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

Not to mention this was all pre planned. That’s genocide and it’s coming from within.

The engineers rigged this boat with not enough rafts. The banks want to have the last laugh.

Better to tear off the doors and jump in freezing, 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.

When what’s man made starts to burn, turn to nature, she’ll calm your nerves.