The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled,
And a staggering piece of insight
Kept running around in his head.
When the flame of truth hits the ship of state
And the tides of time are turning,
They tend to bucket the captain
When the ship is what is burning.
Bruce Petty, 1972
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