The flight

Families singular holiday makers
Bound for new found places
Allocated seats aboard
Aircraft all with different faces
Futures parked, suitcases pached
inside the crowded hold
Strapped in with their children
All as good as gold
The engines fire
The plane lifts off
Hearts begin to roll
Clutching children’s sweaty hands
Look into each young soul
Starting out on life’s precarious ladders
to the stars
A mothers smile
Her nervousness
Who dares to reconcile

The engine fails, it stutters
It plunges back into
The ground it’s tangled Metal, rolls
Then It crashes through
The tree line broken bodies ripped
And torn apart
Mothers clutching broken dolls
An interlude apart

Fire it rages wickedly
Hair crackles skin has split
Children’s screams apparent
The seats and clothes are lit
Each harrowing existence
The airline god knows why
All this mayhem happened
To its travellers in the sky.

Futures lost like tissues
Floating on the air
So many families lives have ended
Blood loss everywhere
Fathers mothers children
Crushed under the weight
Of unbelievable mishap
At a genuinely awful rate