The Titanic Launch Ticket
By William McAleese, 2nd year
This is a poem about a special ticket
A ticket from hell as some might have called it
For the ship would meet an icy faith
And what a sorrowful story it was about to make
These people worked hard and souled their soul
To reach the United States,their only goal
Sold their houses,begged on their knees
But all to be buried in the ice cold sea
Off set the titanic
Bold and brave
Expecting to cross the Atlantic
But few were to be saved
The titanic had struck a leak inside
Nothing to be done and nothing to hide
The third class were barely warned
So had little time to cry or mourne
The women and children,rushed to the lifeboat
The rest will perished for the vessel will not float
Oh only had she saw on that perilous night
The gigantic shape of crystal-clear white
The titanic did shake and sway
The violins did mournfully play
Women screamed,kids did cry
The men remained silent,for they knew they would die
This ticket reminds us
Of a stark part of history
The titanic so close
Yet so far from victory
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