Travel here or travel there,
opportunity after opportunity for those who are lost
among the bloodshed of capitalistic greed,
drowning in desires of others, drowning
just like their fathers.
There is a floater around, breathing air
through crests of crashing waves.
Kept afloat by a life vest,
only thing he ever truly cared for.
Filled with air to its brim, straps tightly fastened
flashlight blinking, he attracts attention of sharks:
the rulers of this sea,
divine power.
But their teeth do not find his flesh.
His skin is too thick, like leather
beaten over and over again.
Shaped by brute force, pure hatred
towards all living things,
except for his one.
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