Ships Tend to Sink.

The ships have all sailed.

the tide has gone out.

left here alone;

"come back safe!" you shout.

but dark shores are decieving.

and ships tend to sink.

the money wasn't worth it.

you sob as you think.

This poem is about: 
Our world



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