The cruiser is like nothing seen before,
Gleaming from bow to stern radiating,
Her presence there merely settles the score.
Guns like telephone poles stoic waiting.
For electricity to be sent through,
the wires they support, the lifeblood of
society, the enemy fights you,
but yet the cruiser still sits sailors love.
Sleek and slipping through the night a wolf hunting
Sheep herded by the coastline perfect prey
All hands aboard know they are confronting
Prepared to send them to heavens gateway.
When the deed is done the wolf doesn’t think
But the crew aboard does they slay the sheep.