What people believed in 1912.
Was a myth in the truth placed
on a shelf.Was the unthinkable,
unsinkable.The fourty six thousand
gross tons of steal.Would never kneel,
or break its bow.The ship could never
sink or rust.Was rumor going round,we
all could trust.The crowd showed up to
celebrate.As the ship was Christened to
show its fate.But The White Star Line was
cruising fine.When it hit a berg,under a
darkened sky.There it lie,with many to cry.
At the bottom of the sea she'll die.They said
the Titanic could never sink.Their opinion a
myth,now she's on the brink.With fourty six
thousand gross tons of steal.The voyagers
finished their final meal.To the bottom of the
sea they went.A many to cry,while she made her
descent.The Titanic was a ship in trouble.But
now a myth,and a pile of rubble.At the bottom's
where she made her grave.A sigh of relief,for the
lives they saved.To the rescue and on the double.
Titanic was a ship in trouble.Her maiden voyage,
now turn the page.Thousands of people,in a fit of
rage.The news it read that we all should mourn.The
Titanic's passengers,their lives were torn.A myth of
truth placed in the news.The unsinkable ship..Would
never lose..
Titanic Tragety Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
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