Our Ships in Wreck

Have you seen limpid milk,
And smelt steel plates of uncharacteristic odour?
Have you tasted worm-infested grains,
And felt your whole body shudder?

Have you perceived a crowd so feeble,
So reluctant to proclaim their woes?
The colourful box of joy to most,
Repetitive, dull, would you like a dose?

Hear them tirade, the pallid converstions,
Negotiate with your standards, rotten decisions;
Numerous faults, a rotund uncle,
A lech for a guard, only to be replaced by another.

Nights of romance, of recharges and giggles,
Rouse from sleep, supress your troubles;
A run-down staircase, saline bathwater,
Trying to read, when all you do is doodle.

Impractical is your charity, humanitarianism is out,
Flush for others, you miserable louts!
The diseases that spread faster than rumours,
Colds, fevers, viruses, did I mention rodents?

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown,
But unease and qualms are felt by us too;
When you live in a place far, far from home,
Paranoia and excitement- you alternate between the two!