Mr. Andrews Vision

Just a cursory look at the blueprints here
Shows the weekness that we have missed.
How the water poured in
A three-hundred-foot gash
And caused the bow to floot and to list.
And then it filled ton the top
Our seperate watertight compartments
And began to overflow...
Because the walls in between the compartments
Are to low!
She's only sinking because these bulkheads
Are to low!
But here's a thought! Take a line...
And extend up the walls to the brink...
It's just a small redisign
But when it's done, then Iknow she can't sink!
Like this!... Like this!...Like this!... And then like this!...
The ship will start to blunge beneath the surface
Then water lapping at our feet
Down sinks the blow, up flies the stern
To the sky...
The panickes people in retreat
A thousand strong, they'll climb up
Toward the aft deck
They'll cling there desperately
Like bees to a hive!
There they'll hold fast
Doomed to the last
Lost and abandoned and all
Still alive.
A few of them will hang there
From the railings
As, one by one, they'll drop away!
More than two-hundred-fifty feet
They will fall
And after that, I cannot say
I will not say...
The rest in swarms, will overrunthe boat deck
They'll loose all sense of right and wrong
It will be " every man for himselfe", all right!
The weak thrown in with all the strong!
First class, and third and second
Will mean nothing!
And sheer humanity alone will prevail
One single class
Brute, harsh and crass
That's what will come of the world that set sail
Autumn...
Shall we all meet in the autumn?...
Shall we all meet in the autumn?...