Drifting into abyss, as lights dim
Those with resources pull away, fearing an uncertain future
Latching onto material possessions, stowing them aboard lifeboats, even if it costs room for those frozen in icy waters
It shouldn't be up to you, you say
As, like Pontious Pilate, you wash your hands of the pain that surrounds you, speaking of how far removed you are from those in power






