Empty Vessels

I see more of them every day, 
Vessels devoid of any beliefs of their own,
Compassion not listed on their cargo manifesto,
Empathy never having been loaded on these vessels,
That fly flags of convenience.

Their code of ethics determined by what they see as normal behaviour, 
In the group at the time,
Be it good or bad,
No soul searching or due diligence attempted by these vessels, 
That steer clear of other vessels that carry cargoes not sanctioned by
Majority view on the day.

I see more of them every day,
Empty vessels that sail wherever the winds of change care to take them,
Until the day they sail into port flying the wrong flag.

Who amongst us can say they never provided timber that was unsound,
Maps long outdated, 
Or a compass that gives false bearings, 
To the captains of these empty vessels,
That I see more of every day.




Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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