The Titanic Poem by ziyanda mbasa

The ship of our dreams,
The one that will never sink so thought the people but because of the weaknesses of the people it lost its name,
It lost the meaning it was given.

What can a human being say she knows about anything?
The human perfection turns to greatest disasters,
The love for money turns one into a chief demon,

Tell me how does one ever know the outcomes of her creations,
We are all gods creation,
We were created to lead and to rule,

We are the living Gods for he breathed into our nostrils his holly breath, he gave us a share of holiness,
He gave us a share of Authority,
That is where the confidence in the name was taken