Save the Flying

Flying is booming planes are crashing everywhere, anywhere, anytime What is safe about it?! men and women locked in a faulty box young and old, profs and novices trapped with their dreams slashed and burnt into ashes yet it's exotic, yet it's the fastest while the world is losing its finest it's not mere accidents it's more accidents most times, it's a miniature fault the engineers never say it's elaborate perhaps to disarm the blames and then, retain business on the blood of those who pay for the business but it's always the black box that bears the brunt a lifeless machine of the deaths of hundreds in a twinkle of an eye so lets take it away from the gigantic box or instead paint it white let the engineers replace the small box with a life who can accept blames and go to jail for letting innocent souls be buried in the graves they never envisaged