Abby Sunderland Is Missing
we can't circumnavigate the globe
although we'll surely try
your father has a sailboat
and I the will to die
let's get lost out on the sea
somewhere off Cape Horn
force our families to gather
in a solemn state of mourn
inform the attendance keeper
to expect absence this September
even with no accomplishments
we can pretend you'll all remember
our clear lack of gratitude
the anger kept inside
when the country is a city
on the ocean do we hide
Copyright © Ryan Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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