In oil slickened waters?
Tattered and standing on rafts,
Are those pointing fingers.
Disputing any appearance of truth,
With rations to save them.
Their ship has sunk.
Priorities have been dismissed.
And a voice shouting for anyone to respond…
Goes unheard!
‘Please stop your fighting!
We are prepared to help you.
But someone has to tell us,
Where you can be located?
We hear you shouting…
But the darkness prevents your rescue! ‘

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