The Cruise Ship Poem by Douglas McClarty

Not far from shores of plenty
A swallows flight, no more
Another ship of pleasure arrives
From their warm, cosy nights dreams
Here, will see others living nightmares
Some lost for words, Armageddon arrived
Defrocked children, like filthy rag dolls
Wandering streets with begging hands
They, like ghosts appears before them
With silver in their strange white hands
What's changed for them, are they still slaves
They are free, but not for sale, just no buyers
Wandering, looking at this human zoo
No one to feed or cloth these retched souls
and bid not for them, but only their bobbles
Trophy's that become yesterdays story
As the ship sails away for another shore