My captain, my captain,
What is this world, we are trapped in?
Held captive, with no action,
Our will is bound infernal contraption,
Lost in unknown land situation demand,
Mercy stroke of the hand smuggle contraband,
Struggle to freedom from this plight,
Fright afflicts every night forsaken but right,
Bring joy to its people a treasure with no equal,
Famished and meek will to pray for wheat still,
Light gone from my eyes death closing I despise,
Why must this happen, rot in vile my captain
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