History retreats like a dying word

Indistinct and gasping to be heard

Long forgotten names on ancient maps

The present, past, and future overlap

Like soldiers of Victorian romance

The current tyrannies move to advance

To blind our eyes to human empathy

To see the me in you and the you in me

A force of nature raging to be free

The bloody sky above an angry sea

The surface masks the peril down below

An innocent ensnared in the undertow

A victim of the current’s alibi

Reaches to the heavens with a cry

But the hand of God is nowhere to be found

Helplessly, I stand and watch him drown

Peaceful calm

No alarm

This silent world

A data stream of endless terabytes

Relayed over floating satellites

Repeating lies the truth can not refute

The culture of binary absolutes

The sweat and blood of third world factories

Converted into foreign currencies

Where luxury requires a sacrifice

Profit margins built from the marginalized

Peaceful calm No alarm

This silent world Is beautiful

Letting go Melt and flow

Thoughts dissolve Worlds revolve

Gentle stream Languid dream

Endless sleep Fathoms deep

River wide Ocean tide

Open eyes Still alive

The victims of the global politic

Reduced to abstractions and statistics

Prisoners and hungry refugees

Rounded up and cast away to sea

Caught up in the currents far from shore

The doomed are overtaken by the storm

The hand of God is nowhere to be found

Abandon hope, this ship is going down