Their boat is wrecked at sea
Its flotsam and jetsam
Washed ashore
And men and women
Who jettisoned their home
Are drenched and cold and shivering
Chattering their teeth
The fact that life's struggles
Will one day end
Written all over their faces
As they look at the vast expanse of the sea
And the endless horizon.
It is the quest
For the golden fleece
And the backslide from one's country
They are sea washed
A flock of stranded immigrants
And corpses floating at sea
A fractured patriotism
Away from home caught up
With a dashed hope
Far into the tempest sea.
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