Departure Time
We talk with disdain of rats that leave
a sinking ship. In truth do vermin,
ingloriously called, feel they have
to leave their homes, secret places wherein
they secured their children, in cowardice?
Rather, deep within the ship they are close
to things that ensure strength, good service
to the ship and know that they've failed. Are those
that left before Hitler, with power reached,
rats or prophets, mine canaries, whose acute
senses knew democratic bulwarks were breeched,
when an informed public is held in low repute,
a person's value is ignored or for sale,
police can open any door, don't set sail!
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