Of all ethnicities appearing,
Clearly seen to inspect...
And represented,
Unnoticed they float!
Empty vessels.
Spaces vacant,
Of detected cargo.
Drifting souls left to go,
Unanchored without purpose.
Or a destiny determined,
Explained or defined.
Yet...
From their berths pushed away,
With it expected,
They could, should and would...
Find effective guidance.
And direction.
Although unfound...
Had there been evidence,
Of solid ground...
From which they were pushed,
Away.
To declare them prepared...
For their perspective,
Journeys.
And left unaware...
It is expected,
They should know to flow...
With,
And not against the tide.
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