To the Breakers
The end of a long voyage is now reached.
Seaworthy she once was, and too, well-found.
But soon her rotted timbers will be breached.
For though wise sailors with their lead-lines sound
And cry: “Reverse or we will run aground!”
There is no slowing, it’s full steam ahead,
The course is set – they are disaster bound.
Her crew will pay a price for all the dead –
Each tiny body with its cruel crushed head
And splattered brain – each murdered little child –
A human being, ruined, wrecked, and red
With sacrificial blood – God’s gift defiled.
The ship ploughs on towards the breaking waves;
In its foul wake the slain sink to their graves.