TWISTER.

The old grand ship sailed on high seas,

The crew well governed in their candour,

Togetherness, cemented with wine balk and banter,

One day a mutiny struck , the captain took his boat to leave,

He rowed alone to shore,

Took up refuge with Island people,

Made his mark , then looked back seaward,

Saw the old grand ship's mast was tattered and torn,

His crew, enraged, baying for the captain's blood,

Venom sprayed out high through their libelous words,

For on the sea , the tides turned worse,

All reason lost, absent is belief and worth,

As pure water ran out, seawater they drank,

Delirium creeps , some member's succumb to this senseless disease,

'Who cares' is their mantra , 'we just want to hurt,'

And see him rot, before we go, first .

You cannot bring back, what you've already burnt,

As the wind whispers and twists over bow and stern,

And the captain sits quietly alone on the beach , 'your day will come and when it does, We ALL will have learned' !