She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way.
Her bow was sleek and polished by waves.
The ocean lapped against her shining hull.
Her smoke stacks puffed merrily
As she mournfully said goodbye to her homeland
One last time.
Her lights flickered on
And her passengers strolled across the plush carpets.
The richest enjoyed comforts beyond the wildest dreams
Of the poor who were stacked like animals
In places reserved for the baggage.
But she had no control over her people choices
The obvious caste system
That left peole starving.
So she gave herself to the sea
And the lives of others
So the world would remember.
Sinking
Sinking to the bottom of the sea.
Though she is gone
She is still beautiful in her own way.