Rms Titanic

The finest ship of the White Star Line, Titanic majestically sailed the brine A floating palace of opulence A thing of beauty and elegance But beauty is but a fragile veneer And conceals a truth more austere Into the depths Europe’s poor, are thrust Travelling in steerage like human ballast The iceberg cut her stem to stern But at first no one showed concern Except the poor below the waterline Where it quickly filled with Icy brine “Only God himself could sink her” It was claimed by an unknown author The Titanic promoted by J. Bruce Ismay Quickly sank to his utter dismay