Mayday
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We're miles past mayday.
We are in a situation that is far beyond the need for rescue or help.

Sleeping through your fate.
Ignoring the signs that your situation is getting worse and refusing to take action.

All beacons weakening.
All hope or possibility of assistance is diminishing.

All signals faint.
All communication, guidance or direction is becoming less clear or audible.

The waters are too well charted,
The path or course has been travelled too many times, and its mistakes and hazards are clear and avoidable.

and tragedy well timed.
Misfortune or disaster comes just at the right moment.

And every survivor's story,
Those who have escaped or survived still have dark or uncertain motives, and in some way were to blame for failing the others.

reeks of alibis.
They are trying to deflect or excuse their guilt or responsibility.

Mayday, mayday, but always a bit too late.
The warning for danger and the call for help comes when it's already too late to save, but still necessary to make a futile attempt or hope for a miracle.

Any clear blue morning, disaster waits.
Even in calm and seemingly peaceful conditions, there is a looming threat or accident waiting to happen.

And the captain's warming, to his display case.
The one in charge or responsible is more interested in their achievements, rewards or recognition than in the safety or wellbeing of the group.

The best of the bottom-feeders, bring them back alive.
The most cunning and ruthless ones who exploit others for their own benefit or gain will still prioritize their own survival over the others.

Settlement is the sum, of self-protecting lies.
The agreement or compromise reached between two opposing sides is actually the result of both parties lying and covering up their true intentions or motives.

Inside this idyl of escape, if I die before I wake.
Even in this perfect or paradisiacal place of refuge or relaxation, there is still a risk or possibility of dying suddenly or unexpectedly.

Confidential orders keep these banks around your head.
Secret directives or commands are constantly reminding and influencing your actions and decisions.

No one sings awakening the way we praise the dead.
There is more appreciation, admiration and respect for those who have passed away than for those who are still alive and struggling to stay afloat.

Concience is a curse, maybe inertia is inbred.
Being mindful or guilty of one's actions and their consequences is burdensome and may seem to be an innate or inherited trait.

Dear friends and enemies, jettisoned memories, foundation, family, and praise, all disappear without a trace.
All the significant people, events and beliefs that used to give comfort, motivation or identity have been abandoned or forgotten in the face of crisis or danger.

The waters are too well charted, and tragedy well timed.
Repeated mistakes and disasters have been recorded and analyzed thoroughly, and they keep happening at the most critical or vulnerable moments.

And every survivor's story, reeks of alibis.
The leaders, the experts and the ones who should have protected and guided others still blame them or make excuses in order to hide their own incompetence or greed.