The Fool

Upon the swells of ocean's storms and waves
All drift away across the world floating.
Come with me, sailor of the sea, and save
The merpeople from all of their gloating.

The darkness crashes upon the cold shore,
T'was but nature's course and nothing more.
The horizon will darkle once again,
From the innocent corruption of man.

Nothing will obviate the fool within-
We will all be seduced by his natter;
From the darkness there is nothing to hide.
For the fool will find qualities to limn,
Which may not be useful in this matter;
But he is you and know what is inside.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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