Families singular holiday makers
\nBound for new found places
\nAllocated seats aboard
\nAircraft all with different faces
\nFutures parked, suitcases pached
\ninside the crowded hold
\nStrapped in with their children
\nAll as good as gold
\nThe engines fire
\nThe plane lifts off
\nHearts begin to roll
\nClutching children\u2019s sweaty hands
\nLook into each young soul
\nStarting out on life\u2019s precarious ladders
\n to the stars
\nA mothers smile
\nHer nervousness
\nWho dares to reconcile<\/p>\n
The engine fails, it stutters
\nIt plunges back into
\nThe ground it\u2019s tangled Metal, rolls
\nThen It crashes through
\nThe tree line broken bodies ripped
\nAnd torn apart
\nMothers clutching broken dolls
\nAn interlude apart<\/p>\n
Fire it rages wickedly
\nHair crackles skin has split
\nChildren\u2019s screams apparent
\nThe seats and clothes are lit
\nEach harrowing existence
\nThe airline god knows why
\nAll this mayhem happened
\nTo its travellers in the sky.<\/p>\n
Futures lost like tissues
\nFloating on the air
\nSo many families lives have ended
\nBlood loss everywhere
\nFathers mothers children
\nCrushed under the weight
\nOf unbelievable mishap
\nAt a genuinely awful rate <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading