They Are Not The Kind Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Am I stuck to plunge,
When I have not desired this?
They have been the wicked ones...
May I slip away and exit this ship?

I have been a servant.
Not a master of any ways.
I do what I must do then leave.
I have let them believe I am their slave.

However...
What is going on today,
Looks a bit bleak.
And under sunrays appears very grave.

There has been so many messages,
Delivered to these folks.
Everything they heard that warned...
They turned into a festival,
Backstabbed messengers...
And made them jokes to poke!

Am I stuck to plunge,
When I have not desired this?
They have been the wicked ones...
May I slip away and exit this ship?
OR...
If I may make one suggestion?
Those sitting over there,
Have the expertise...
To repair this like brand new!

They can...
And do that quick!
But, of course, I understand...
They are not the kind,
You wish to see command!
Correct?