THE EARTH IS FLAT AFTER ALL
Dubbed Democracy, it used to be
top of the line, the lead ship at sea,
and on the land it served as well,
until the strains of its death knell fell,
having an underbelly swole
with all the pilfered things they stole
in broad daylight, and on tv!
Gone is the half belief in he
who’ll take us safely to the shore
while staying steadfast to the core.
The compass nestles in the deep
while those on board remain asleep.
They used to say the earth was round,
that right makes might, but I found
that all I knew I now know not,
and not so sure that we’ll endure,
to make a safe arrival.