A monument for millionaires A monument for snobs. No marble shaft for the men on the craft, Who simply worked at their jobs. The owner of gold and the wearer if lace Is the thing that determines a hero's place. But I'll sing a song to right the wrong, I'll sing of the loyal crew. In the hold of the ship, who never knew How the hand of death did fall Of the band that played while the good ship swayed Unmindful of the call. I'll drop a tear to the boys in the hold, Who never knew and never were told Who lived alone by the engine's throbs And died as they lived—at work on their jobs. I'll speak a word and breathe a prayer, For those now drifting with the tide Here's a cheer, and a sob And a tear o'er their ocean bier To the men who died with their jobs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AN INSINCERE WISH ADDRESSED TO A BEGGAR by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A WAY TO A HAPPY NEW YEAR by ROBERT BREWSTER BEATTIE THE MISTAKE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE WHY NOT? (WITH APOLOGIES TO WILLIAM KNOX) by BERTON BRALEY THE LAST STILE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE PALACE by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE LORDS' MASQUE: THE FIRST INVOCATION IN A FULL SONG by THOMAS CAMPION |