Rms Titanic
Off, with all the luxury and arrogance that is man,
To a place where the sun dies beyond land’s end,
Through the foam and spray that christened you,
Yet, failed to cleanse your original sin.
And with bones of chalk and a fire within,
You held your head high for a last look at the sky,
While captains of industry and huddled masses,
Were cradled in Poseidon’s unforgiving, arms.
And a white whale, that you never pursued,
Though you were obsessed with wealth and status,
Cut deep into your ferric flesh,
To seal your fate, no doubt predestined.
And at a great depth you will lie for eternity,
Your human souls a tragedy of the highest order,
But your soul’s lust for greed and power,
Will be your everlasting legacy.
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