A Sea of Troubles — Summary

They smile at you when first you get aboard and smile again whenever you should meet. But what's behind the smiles? They can't afford to look depressed, although they're just dead beat.

Not when their jobs are hanging by a thread. Just one false step and they'd be cast aside. Their folks would starve. So they just smile instead and finish all the work before the tide.

It's bitter sweet this holiday, for me; to see them work so hard for little pay, whilst I enjoy a life of luxury, the sun the sea, a new port every day.

But what if I could say 'no more of this!'? The cruise to end, the staff all sent back home. Back home to what? Hardly a life of bliss! And maybe here they're luckier than some.

So then I ease my conscience with a tip; something to give their folks some better days. But all I do is subsidise the ship; the more I give, the less the liner pays.

These days you can't do right for doing wrong! To save the planet we recycle clothes. In Africa and they're going for a song and so the local factories have to close.

We send free food so people there might eat and so the local farmers there are starved. The farmers in their turn admit defeat and soon enough the food supply is halved.

We make enormous gifts in foreign aid but all we do is fuel corruption there. The poor don't see a dime, the rich get paid and only the arms dealers get a share.

A tricky thing these days, this doing right; to live life well and still sleep well at night.

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A passenger on a cruise ship notices that the staff always smile, and starts to wonder what lies behind those smiles. The speaker guesses they are exhausted and afraid of losing badly needed jobs, while he enjoys sun, sea and a new port every day. His guilt is real, but every way of easing it seems to lead nowhere. Sending the staff home would leave them worse off, and a tip only helps the cruise line save on wages.

Midway through, the poem widens its view. Recycled clothes sent to Africa close local factories, free food hurts local farmers, and foreign aid feeds corruption. Each good deed turns out to have a bad side effect.

The mood is wry, uneasy and a little helpless. The tidy, regular rhymes and the chatty tone make the speaker sound like someone talking himself in circles. The closing couplet admits that living well and sleeping well at night may not go together.

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