In the Event of Typhoon
Aloft all hands, strike the top-masts and belay
Yon angry setting sun and fierce-edged clouds
Declare the typhon's coming
Before it sweeps your decks, throw overboard
The dead and dying, ne'er heed their chains
Hope, hope, fallacious hope!
Where is thy market now?
Writer/s: Wasalu Muhammad Jaco
