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Sink The Ship
Oh captain, my captain, as your boat sinks in vain
you upon your crows nest high upon your mast
will you raise your head high, the heavens you blame?
or will you jump from your pedestal, into waves cast?
You stand strong, full of hope, when the sea crashes hard
as your people bail out by whatever means
you refuse to give in, in this show of which you've starred
as the leader of all, the maker of their dreams
but as all washes away, plank by pank, don't you ponder
that perhaps all your sailing has been for naught?
When all your men leap, doesn't it cause you to wonder
that this trip was for nothing, not a single fish caught?
For, one by one, you're left stranded and alone
on the top of your ship, half of which below water lays
each of your men struggle forth, onto home
when you ponder the worth of each of your days
they've weighed down your ship with the bounty of pleas
for just some more respect, of that they demand
and without a single thought, you cast them to their knees
they can't want, they don't need, lest they be damned!
Give up your crusade, as your knees beneath the sea
clinging tight to the mast of your once mighty ship
for it's not to late to help others, break free!
or sink with your vessel, and all the hate in it
