Ulysses All

In small ships we come sailing

souls lashed to the mast

a blind captain and crew of one.

 

Flawed heroes, greed and ambition

wrapped in flags patriotic

victory before mercy we cry.

 

Faded and crazed,

painted victory shell

with sepulchred intent

In vessels frail, storms we endure

unheard screams in dead calm seas

in small ships we come sailing.

 

 

The End

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