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
Copyright © Ndubuisi Umezulike | Year Posted 2020
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