Joyous to see,
Leaders moving to the West to knit
A better fuller
Life they all could see brimming right next door.
Then, a serpent twists and turns
Allegedly among them, with promises and money
Tarnished skippers align with it
Like magnets near each other.
The jilted populace roars in furious disapproval, some perishing in their fervor
To swiftly replace the errant stewards,
With those willing to sail Westward
Joyously seeking a better life once more.
Alas, some still crave the reptile and wish to join with it
Not discerning its dark deep treachery and then
It quickly comes and coils about them all with suffocating strictures
Hissing “I will protect you from yourselves”.
An anachronistic pall spreads through the streets
As a legendary Ferrous Form rumbles-
Thought long gone, but
Tearfully, tragically resurrected from the dead ashes of the Past.