Rms Titanic
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Built by Harland and Wolff in the shipyard's of Belfast
A luxurious giant ship that they built to last
An Olympic class liner of the White Star Line
No expense was spared; she was grand and so fine.
Southampton and Cherbourg then Queenstown in Cork
Picking up her last passengers' before sailing to New York
Large crowds gathered to cheer and to wave flags
While passengers' embarked with suitcases' and bags.
She upped ships anchor and headed out west
Pushing her engines; putting them to the test
Oblivious to the dangers that lay up ahead
In the coming hours many on board would be dead.
The officer on the bridge a large object he spied
A mountainous iceberg on the starboard side
They slowed down the engines; slammed them into reverse
But there was a collision and then conditions got worse.
Just below the water line it tore a hole down the side
It couldn't have been avoided but they had tried
Water poured in and she started to bank
It was only a matter of time before the ship sank.
Abandon ship was the order, the Captain he gave
Now the task for the crew was how many they could save
They got ready the lifeboats and lifejackets too
Now everything depended on the Captain and crew.
Despite their best efforts' to keep order and calm
With the worsening situation there was panic and alarm
First into the boats were women and children
And if there was room they allowed in some men.
For everyone on board there was not enough boats
But they had a life jacket and grabbed anything that floats
They took their chances and jumped over the side
But the freezing waters took them and they didn't survive.
Over two thousand people, not all could be saved
Fifteen hundred perished in a watery grave
After she went down other ships did arrive
Providing blankets and warmth to those still alive.
Ninteen hundred and twelve on April fifteen
Was the worst maritime disaster that ever has been
Two hours and twenty, she was on the sea bed
Experts had claimed her "unsinkable", that's what they said.
Written 27 november 2018
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2017
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