Titanic
Atlantic Ocean's cold and deep.
Water shows its darkened face.
Some souls then saved as by God's grace.
A lonely place where many sleep.
Now she's junk, broken queen below.
Do we want salvage, taking gold?
Disturbing graves with dives all bold.
With no respect that we should show?
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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