Where to lay the blame.
There in the waters lies the dangers.
People stay hidden
and crime rises with deranged rangers.
Militia men who used to protect
now seek to hurt.
Those who are vulnerable
are headed to the cemetery sooner.
Clear sparkling waters
as you go further south.
Into lands so green
and fires that ravage
because of a petulant decision.
The tip of the pole so cold
few can last there.
But where else do we go
unless we head around the world.
To continue south means
eventually we end up back at ourselves.