The ship of state is afloat
But tempest tossed
Upon rocks and surfs on a sea
Rough as the toad's back;
The captain rash and harsh from the
Protest of rough sail
Steers along amid a strong gale.
Turning right or left or straight steer
Nothing changes than the raging turbulence
And we've acquiesced to a change
Which reverses every moment
To status quo ante
We do not know
If the ship whole shall sail to the destination
We see far and near
Through a vile and tempest sea.
If the captain hit the rocks
And we are no more
May the captain take the wrecks
To his destination
Look back and see that all is gone
Live alone in the paradise
Both crew and passengers missed
Then in his third coming;
He'll care to learn
The contour of the sea.
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