The Sinking Ship

The world is a sinking ship 
Sunk by the weight of six billion people 
We were sentenced to this fate 
By those tho preached that they all 
are as good as you and I 
That they all should decide our destination 
Though none of them has found a meaningful 
Direction for themselves 

Now everthing we loved will die 
Unless get another go at steering 

So here we stand, 
On the summit of the aft, 
Hurling defiance at those who are our misortune