I’ve been here before. I have jumped off it
A few times and more; refused to sink with it
I know all the signs. Omens are familiar
No, it’s not fine. Changes have been peculiar
There’s an aura of gloom, can’t be swept away
It permeates the room and I don’t have a say
Water smells like doom, a putrid stench from the bay
Anytime now comes the boom to mark the dreaded day
The masters are committed to the wrong things they’re doing
Red heads got conceited and there’s a dankness brewing
Slaves’ voices are muted and coins keep them working
No shortage of air so there’s no time for caring
All it takes is one person to muster the courage
Whiffs of anger, desperation, and some restrained form of rage
Jump off the galleon, step out the invisible cage
Be a rookie again and in time ascend as a sage
Xeno Hemlock 