Just Another Sinking Ship

No different, that boat
From most those of the sea
With apathetic partiers,
Though soon it will not be.

No tolerance for warning
No hearing-out of truth
God's own words of direction
Aren't wanted in those rooms.

That boat thus joins the others
To merely toss about
And rock through upchurned mire
'Til the whirlpool takes it out.