Waves rise and curl in approach
Demanding their next gift.
Another vessel taken,
As boards rip and split.
A lone, meager sail
Fights to fulfill its purpose
Despite its overburdened load
Lay perched atop the surface.
Though taken to escape,
They face a moral gamble:
Affix your eyes on what’s out of sight,
Or turn to help who scramble.
Details mask the parallel of today
As thousands become units of exchange.
We disconnect the cause and effect
As if these wars will one day change.