
If your crew are mercenaries,
each out for themselves,
who only follow orders
as long as they get rewards,
β’
then you'd better hope you continue
to have rewards to give.
Mutiny flares in an instant
when the booty vanishes.
β’
At the slightest sign of scarce
pickings for such a crew,
their fists will rise in anger
at the captain's blustering orders.
β’
And as the ship capsizes
with all hands aboard,
the captain sees too late
that greed was his captain always.
About the Creator
William Alfred
A retired college teacher who has turned to poetry in his old age.




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