Elegy for America and Her Society
Do Say Which Is Worse: The Last Plight or The First
I sit in the third class aboard a ship;
The scant space is tight.
I ponder the conditions o're head me;
And bemoan my plight.
I hear the captain's voice above my thoughts;
His words stirred wonder.
"Come atop to revel - it's on the house!
You're free to plunder."
I hurried out to join the frolicking;
Oblivious of the cost.
Not aware of the ships impeding doom;
'Til off the ship I washed.
lost. lost? lost!
Evangeline Schultz
March 9th, 2010
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