Political Tides

I am thrown this and that way in political storm what started as ripple have now taken form. From left to right these tides are a drifting hypocrisy, violence, it's waves are now lifting. The calm middle sea once graceful surrender and has now become engulfed by haterred and vengeance. No Captain to steer these vessels, not one can I see but a ship sailed by drunkards with no humanity. They are ships sailed by drunkards, their nordical. nought. who blane the opposition for the rocks which they sought. both cannons so loud the neither can hear the Saints on the shoreline cry turn thee from here Some sail far left and others far right each drifting further their cause to unite. But the run a ground on jagged rock while my ship reaches the harbour my Captain is God.