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