C'est La Vie

And so they all
said c'est la vie,
as we sailed upon
the restless sea,
but not a word
was said by me,
as I hung my head
in shame.

The drowning
drifted endlessly,
and I watched them
almost enviously...
For I could sadly
and plainly see,
that though afloat,
we were the same.

At the bough the dying
desperately clambered.
Softly a woman
nearby stammered,
'Can't they see
we all are damned?'
But, still, the damned
ever came.

'We move too slow!'
roared one young man,
'We’re crowded and
at weight’s demand!'
And thus, he took
another’s hand,
and cast them to sea
with disdain.

'The man is right!'
some people cried,
while others claimed
the young man lied.
The meek feigned that
they couldn't decide,
but knew their fate
all the same.

The sea seemed calm
compared to that storm,
as the deck was awash
with vile scorn,
and tears and blood
were heavily worn,
when at end
only few remained.

'See?' cried the man
who'd started the notion,
'I now see land’s
horizon approaching.'
Then looking surprised
he was cast to the ocean…
fallen foul of his
very own game.