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
A GIANT @ 50.
Countless human colors;
Within, across, races;
God's earthly flower garden;
Blessing to mankind.
Nigeria mother stock;
Home of germination;
Divine manifestation,
Until whole earth bedded.
Beauty more than a trait;
Diversity most beautiful;
Monocular too boring;
Races beauty of earth.
Races like rainbow;
Earth horizon beautified,
To His glory above;
All that dwell rejoice
Land of freedom;
Land of the setting sun;
In Britain you rose;
Freedom in sought.
Land of great heroes;
Land of revolutionaries;
Nigeria or liberty;
Beautiful seashore home;
Pride of Africa;
Symbol of blackness;
Great black icon.
Thou shall rise again;
African Union enshrined;
Thy labor to bear fruit;
Bounty, peace, freedom.
Countless human colors;
Within, across, races;
God's earthly flower garden;
Blessing to mankind.
Nigeria mother stock;
Home of germination;
Divine manifestation,
Until whole earth bedded.
Beauty more than a trait;
Diversity most beautiful;
Monocular too boring;
Races beauty of earth.
Races like rainbow;
Earth horizon beautified,
To His glory above;
All that dwell rejoice.
Bavarian beauty, she reigned as queen,
Sisi her name, had no love for the court,
with grace and beauty she captured a scene,
a free spirit her courtiers couldn't thwart,
as hearts were won, where ever she was seen,
the horse her choice of favoured riding sport,
Sisi became the German Kaiserin.
The youthful bride when history was made,
yet death still came and stole her beloved son,
In Mayerling, the place suicide played.
So dressed in black of mourning, still she shone
as fate lay wait with an assassin's blade,
to pierce her heart under September's sun
the socialite of beauty slipped to shade.
Some wildness runs in Artemis
As silver streaks in a jet of coal-black hair
This beauty wrought to tempt a man
Is by her lesbian air a beauty wasted
Her eyes to thine reflect a dream
Where senses numb and leave the lips untasted
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