The Ship of Fools!

Politics is a game and one that I wouldn't bet on; because, both teams have been fixed!

The Ship of Fools!

By L. Don Oliver

The seedling of an oak,
Oh! care not shall I;
If it ever grows an inch,
Or ever touches the sky;

Slaves to our foolishness,
Oh! care not shall we;
The ashes from the fire,
That we choose not to see;

Those who wear complacency,
Perilous lies the crown;
Like the walls of Jericho,
They too will tumble down;

Seeds of the forgotten ones,
Planted shallow in the ground;
Now overgrown with many weeds,
No flowers there to be found;

Storm clouds are gathering,
Then comes the howling dust;
The seeds of doubt are blown,
In a field of continuing mistrust;

The scorching lightening strikes,
The mighty thunder wails;
And we all are on board,
A ship without any sails;