Our lives are driven by a state of fear, our voices downtrodden and so hard to hear. The captain and crew are in it for themselves, all others are pushed to the back of the shelf. Captains of industry and lords in their halls bawl at each other dividing their spoils. Two or three houses and more than one car, just who the hell do they think they are? And the captain orders full steam ahead as we all look on with fear and dread. The boilers are lit and the pressure is high, with our uplifted faces, we beseech the sky. Such a treacherous sea as we steam on by and the tips of the icebergs are all we can spy but the real danger lurks beneath cold, dark waves. Taking risks with our lives for they think they'll be safe. We look back in time at at our checkered past as we shout and wave but we're going too fast. We are on the brink, we can see the falls but the powers that be are ignoring our calls. And the captain orders full steam ahead as we all look on with fear and dread. The boilers are lit and the pressure is high, with our uplifted faces, we beseech the sky. But the ship ploughs onward leaving a turbulent wake, it's too late to stop it; too late to brake. On a path of destruction, we are sensing the end but no lifeboats are found and no mayday to send. Then out of the east looms a wave dark and tall, rolling and threatening to swamp one and all. The captain ignores the insidious threat, he has his escape route laid out, you can bet. The wave swamps the boat with a shuddering blast and into the sea, screaming, we are helplessly cast. Our ship is rolling over, the captain is struck as he foolishly thought he would have better luck. And the captain ordered full steam ahead as we all looked on with fear and dread. The boilers were lit and the pressure was high as we sank beneath the waves, losing sight of the sky. * Written by Darren Scanlon, 17th April 2014. Revised 19th May 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.