Torpedoes
The low-pitched pings.
Butt holes shrinking rings.
Men kissing and rubbing posters.
Quietly we crept up and got closer.
Mouths muted, everyone\'s set and ready.
Patiently, silently, slow and steady.
Our torpedoes loaded; target aligned.
After we had to run, stay hard to find.
Aim taken, decision made, shots fired.
Answering questions to the ones that inquired.
A Cruise ship was sunk, lots of lives lost.
2457 soles that day, that mistake cost.