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.