The Court’s like a Titanic
Long borne upon the waves,
Course steady without panic
Her ocean course she braves.
Unknown, off in the distance
A floating block of ice—
“What ho! Cut off the pistons!
Tonight brings sacrifice."
A Party of ambitions
Afraid of no foul deed,
Sans culture’s inhibitions
In adamantine greed.
“Reverse course!” “Turn it sideways!”
“Too late! Too late!” one cries—
The density of pride weighs:
“Can such a ship capsize?”
The still night sends a shudder,
The air sits deathly chill,
Justice has broke her rudder—
The chambers start to fill.
“Bail! Bail!” but so much effort—
It’s best abandon ship,
But O how many suffered;
Still Fortune held its grip.
The night was filled with silence,
Beneath the starlight’s gleam,
Some scream broke forth with violence
But all was as a dream.
The failure was titanic,
She drank the ocean wave,
As soon submerged all panic
In silence of the grave.
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