The Stokers Lament

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The Stokers Lament

Post by Admin on Fri 01 Jun 2012, 04:35

The Stokers Lament

Now each of us from time to time, has gazed upon the sea,
And watched the war ships pulling out, to keep his country free.
And most of us have read a book, or heard a lusty tale,
About the men who sail these ships, through lightning, wind and hail.

But there's a place within each ship, that legend fails to teach.
It's hot below the waterline, it takes a living sole....
A hot metal living hell, that sailors call the Hole.

It houses engines run by steam, that makes the shafts go round,
A place of fire and noise and heat, that beats your spirit down.
Where boilers like a hellish heart with blood of angry steam,
Are moulded gods without remorse, are nightmares in a dream.

Whose threat that from the fires roar, is like living doubt,
That any minute would with scorn, escape and crush you out.
Where turbines scream like tortured souls, alone and lost in hell,
As ordered from above somewhere, they answer every bell.

The men who keep the fires lit, and make the engines run,
Are strangers to the world of light, and rarely see the sun.
They have no time for man or God, no tolerance for fear,
Their aspect pays no living thing, the tribute of a tear.
For there's not much that men can do, that these men havenít done.

Beneath the decks, deep in the hole to make the engines run.
For every hour of every day, they keep the watch in hell,
For if the fires ever fail, their ship's a useless shell.
When ships converge to have a war, upon an angry sea,
The men below just grimly smile at what their fate might be.

They're locked below like men fore-doomed, who hear no battle cry,
It's well assured that if they're hit, the men below will die
For every days a war down there, when the gauges all read red,
Twelve hundred pounds of superheated steam, can kill you mighty dead.

So if you ever write their sons, or try to tell their tale,
The very words would make you hear, a fired furnace wail.
And people as a general rule, don't hear of men of steel,
So little's heard about the place, that sailors call the hole.

But I can sing about this place, and try to make you see,
The hardened life of men down there, cause one of them is me.
I've seen those sweat soaked heroes fight, in superheated air
To keep their ship alive and right, though no one knows they're there,
And thus they'll fight for ages on till warships sail no more,
Amid the boilers might heat and the turbines hellish roar.

So when you see a ship pull out, to meet a war like foe,
Remember faintly if you can, "The men who sail below"
"The unknown Stoker"
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