My Poetry. The Hubris of the Unsinkable!

In the cold dark of 1912, disaster struck,
A vessel they swore was utterly unsinkable.
A magnificent ship designed to defy all catastrophe,
That its sinking was a notion truly unthinkable.

The great ship was a floating palace, the people wildly excited,
To sail within her majestic, fatal beauty;
Tickets vanished instantly from the port's ledger,
The entire, ill-fated staff was called to their final duty.

The ship's designer, lost in an architect's dream,
Insisted that human elegance came before life's worth.
Grand, sweeping staircases with towering chandeliers,
Adored by every wealthy man and his new wife on earth.
Steel plates were manually fixed, attached by human hand,
As machines failed to fit some vulnerable parts;
This created weak seams, fatal flaws in the hull,
Unrecorded on any official naval charts.

The ship was grand, her clientele impossibly rich,
While the huddled poor were crammed and forgotten below.
Class was a brutal currency at the century's dawn,
It was a miracle the lower classes were even allowed to go!
The crucial lifeboats were mercilessly cut—only sixteen were aboard—
For over two thousand souls of passengers and crew;
Women and children were priority, the doctrine was clear,
But some desperate, selfish men managed to break right through.

A stripped crewman from a sister ship, laid off that night,
Had departed, carrying a vital key in his pocket's keep—
The key to the cabinet holding the binoculars they desired,
Leaving the crow's nest blind, blind to the dark, fatal deep.
The Captain had called for no safety drills at all, it seems,
Leaving the frantic crew tragically unable to cope;
Judging by the terrifying, historic events that unfolded,
They never truly had a shred of hope.

The massive iceberg, responsible for all the horror,
Was floating unseen, drawn closer to the vessel's path.
Many desperate warnings were screamed out that night,
But the enormous ship had to fulfill the Captain's mad trip.
He insisted on pushing the speed faster and faster,
Even with the clear warnings chilling the air;
His voice positive: "Everything is absolutely fine!"
He assured them no one had a single thing to fear.

For a few blinding moments, it seemed the coast was clear,
As the mountainous iceberg appeared to change its direction.
The Captain thought he had skilfully navigated away,
Beyond the terrifying white monolith's cold inception.
But due to the crew's horrifying lack of experience,
They didn't truly know what was coming to be;
Once the iceberg struck the hull with a tearing, final sound,
All their hidden nightmares became stark, frozen reality.

One thousand five hundred souls lost their lives that night,
In the freezing, black water, a true, historic blight.
The ocean's temperature plunged to fifty degrees below,
Those hitting the water were instantly killed by the shock and the fright.
A ship they had proudly proclaimed to be unsinkable,
Lost its very will to survive and to live,
All because they were arrogant, they never truly cared,
And not a single, sobering thought did they give.

Mother Nature knows no human bounds or hubris,
She wins the battle most every single time.
For the people who designed this vessel so selfishly,
I believe your fatal negligence was truly a crime.
To the few survivors who managed to live through the dark,
The horrific memory remains burned deep in their mind;
The Unsinkable vessel of the entire modern age
Was, devastatingly, one of a cruel, tragic kind.

 This poem is to commemorate the 1500 lives lost in this disaster
 which could have easily been avoided...