The Peso was up and now its down. The Wall Street fell but the Wall is not built. Nor will it ever climb up to Trump heights, no tower to be found on this voyage, no treasure. Just a great wave of hysteria. soon to break on the banks of discontent.
She took the dive, deep into the abyss, like the champ she was eight years before, she took another one for the crew. From her perch in the nest of crows she swanned with such grace. The challenger thanked her for all her hard work and years of service, for who, gratitude, not attitude, this latitude of victory. After such a change in the weather I say now, voyager sail forth, to seek and find the truth.
Hope and change again the coordinates say, this time change and hope under the skies of a storm and the guise of open seas but we know the trade and war ships and pirates will come to flank our shores, no borders for these voyagers, rough seas are their stock in trade and their cargo, full.
What port can we find to save our souls, not Russia, China or Mexico. Does Britain message for our Brexit from hell?, alas there is no call. But what can we learn from voyages past, the sails full of wind to a promised land. The captains and helmsmen of the brave new world will navigate us through the jaded seas yet again to the destination we just departed.
The Admiralty and Naval Lords call for calm blue seas, but the rogues and high crests to breach our peace and the ornament and perfume of war to adorn the TTIP of the ship. Imagine the wreckage of this vessel on the rocks and know this final voyage and sails to be set.
The Black flag of her majesty’s ISIS, the pirates we are to fear, mock our dreams as mere mirages, yet pirates are real on the land and the sea, their John Hancock’s are canons and fodder for the quorum of transit to whom we must serve. Our captain has spoken and we elected our fate, if we could fly would we not see the peril of our heading, not remember the maritime strategy, like a familiar coast, one found using a compass and rule.
The elite design and subtle lines should not fool us seasoned sailors, this ship is flagged for conflict and it’s new captain assuring a bligh over bounty, will master the art of illumination over the crew, but for this mutineer, before the perfect storm, I say now, voyager sail forth, to seek and find the truth.