Crusoe's Inflatable
in acute distress is where I was
firing flares or else lighting fires
engraving SOS on the sandy beach
for want of any telegraph wires
I watched for sails on the horizon
every day I searched the skies
I kept a careful log of my every day,
alone, its amazing how time flies
I quickly got sick of coconuts
fish all began to taste the same
goats and chickens are tolerable
but not the same as wild game
one day an inflatable washed up
with two young bodies that I buried
as I dug and prayed I pondered
from what cruel hell they'd hurried
life in a world without a future
daily persecuted for your belief
breeds alternate hope and despair
you die, or flee to secure relief
then you showed on the horizon
as I was packing my provisions
damp but alive and beautiful
I thought I was having visions
life in a world without a future
daily persecuted for your belief
breeds alternate hope and despair
you die, or flee to secure relief
right now, you speak little English
your native tongue is a mystery
I'm confident we'll soon converse
I want to understand your history
life in a world without a future
daily persecuted for your belief
breeds alternate hope and despair
you die, or flee to secure relief
a larger craft drifts across the bay
its rusty mast has a bit of a bend
at last I'm part of a community,
finally, my solitude is at an end