We are adrift without oars

we have a compass, but it’s broken

but even if it wasn’t

we are adrift without oars

and there is no motor and no sail

and the boat has started to leak

and we’re without a bucket or a pail

and soon we will join countless treasure

buried at sea

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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