Death on the sea
The water slowly enters through the rupture in the wall. What is lost, is lost, and all. No innocence with what we saw- there's no returning from the maw. Engraved, we lie in Moria. The captains always busy, being in a state of grace. And somebody said the ocean is here, but someone said no, there is more- and the last thing I remember is a broken hand clinging from the captains door. How is it that a society that regards itself as enlightened, as civilized, can not only let people seeking for shelter drown on the sea but even sabotage their journey? We must not partake in this. Every partaking, every contract with those who perpetuate this would infect us.