No Ships

"There! On the horizon Captain!
The enemy's vast flotilla!
Cold and industrial,
Oppressive grey beasts.
Carrying worthless, yet valuable cargo."

"I see no ships..." replied the Captain.

"They are there plain as day,
Shattering God's magnificent
Division of sea and sky
With their uniform, martial form."

"I see no ships..." replied the Captain.

"On the shore, their spoils of war!
Empty polymer vessels bobbing as waves break.
Crumbling oxidised metal tins
Cursing our bounteous, beautiful home!"

"I see no ships..." replied the Captain.

"I wonder, Captain, if you are aware
that you are holding your telescope
against your blind eye?"

"I see no ships..." replied the Captain.

"I fear it is not unfortunate affliction
that strikes thee blind. But your mind
and its twisted machinations.
See beyond sight. Through the fog
of learned ignorance, and with clarity.
Then you shall see the wicked
Navy amassed in the distance!"

"I see no ships..." replied the Captain.