If invited on ‘Titanic 2’ for trip, have no drunk illusions. <br /> <br />Have an eye over the captain; glory grabs the senses; <br />if stimulated by passengers he might fool the engines. <br />Look out the wireless operator; the aristocrats seize <br />his focus, attract him with bribes to send messages <br />in America “we arrive soon, everything goes perfect”. <br /> <br />The iceberg yawns. Come over the bridge, see its teeth, <br />run now to save yourself. Waters pervade from all sides. <br />You hear? The horns of alert shout seven times. Like then. <br />Did the engine-stoker escape? Where? The door is open <br />but only the passengers of luxury ship-rooms may pass; <br />not enough lifeboats for the ignored class of poor folks. <br />Five to ten bullets against them suffice to impose order; <br />Invite generous Sir Cosmo to enter the lifeboat with <br />his secretary, partners; his wife - if there is more space. <br /> <br />History cultivates errors sowing wrongly planted seeds. <br />Wake up, let their second lie be sunk with its illuminations, <br />while the paid orchestra plays their final entertainment. <br /> <br />Come to your senses, fall in the ocean of your truth. <br />Keep swimming; Nafsika will find you half-choked, <br />her hands will save you; so hope is there and exists. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© JosephJosephides<br /><br />Joseph S. Josephides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/titanic-2-2/
