We saw a flood, burnt black as toast,
We saw the woods, which drowned the coast;
We saw a king, without a post,
We saw a sign, of late deposed;
We saw a crossroads, a distant ghost,
We saw a town, dilemmas posed;
We saw a camp, but not a host,
We saw the migrants, all enclosed;
We saw deniers, corrupt like most,
We saw the statesman, unopposed;
We saw the bodies, dead exposed,
We saw a shelter, decomposed;
We saw a door, much self-imposed,
We saw calamity, shut tight, almost;
We did not act, a bitter roast,
We’ll taste it soon, but still we’d boast.