Come Young Pirates, Part I X - Like Chessmen On A Liquid Board Poem by Captain Cur

Intrepid voyage marked this age
Bloody annals inking each page
Commandeering burden of proof
Seasoning tales, salting the truth.
We had the will and soul to dare
And sail the waves to everywhere
Quenching ourselves with unjust might
Carnal rages, venomous spite.
On the precipice each man stood
Knifing courage in seasoned wood,
The bloody tip of every blade
Bore the passage in tithes we paid
Martial arenas, manly pride
Fornicating with unwed brides
Under their veils the crescent shone
Mindless skulls and flesh starved bone.
Like chessmen on a liquid board
Dominating linear shores,
Capturing these benighted roads
Flags of petty deviance flown
Planted with salt cured briny hands
More to enslave than to command.