Any port in a storm

Tried to help
heeded what i thought was a calling
saw a need...
the silent cry of
"help i'm drowning"
lent a hand

But this shipwreck survivor
sought command
didn't want to be rescued
but to get in and steer
he'd been taken into other boats
by tender hearts before

Pretended to be humble and grateful
but something sinister was lodged in his eyes and ears
well hidden, maleficent and hateful...
had to give him a life-jacket
and put him overboard
for the sake of the greater good
of the defenseless...
"least of these"

In charge of his own destiny now
needs no one's help
he is his own country
and his own lord
his way prevails
though having been on this course before
still unable to acknowledge
his way always fails

The sharks encircling
closing in on a scent
have no respect of persons or reknown
don't question a gift on a plate
hear only an empty belly's growl
of a hunger to sate