Shadows 'Agear' Shattered Anon
It was not only the losers that were staging a hasty exodus around the airport.Largely outnumbering them were native frantic runaways.
Like goaded gazelles, pell-mell, they yelled at hell
where only disaster and despair could leap to a fare-thee-well.
Panic and pang made them recklessly swarm and stampede
in a struggle to flee from the land of fear and fire
to a new place wishfully thought to flow milk and mead
before this airfreighter seemed to land as their desire.
Drawing near, however, they found every access cut
by grim gunpoints and callous cordons. Most frustrated,
a few still stepped up and pushed through, guts sublimated,
only to see ramps retracted and hatches shut.
Three most daredevil runaways, hell-bent on embarkation,
set to clutch the landing gear without hesitation.
No way to ram ourselves into? No way to get aboard?
"Agear"! Let's push it and persevere until abroad!
They writhed and wriggled, moving heaven and earth
to barely latch themselves each onto a blue-sky berth,
like hard-wading lilliputians
pestering a warm-hearted leviathan,
to which their torsi and all fours
attached their wishes and woes galore.
But soon after the takeoff, fate condemned their attempts as tragic
mercilessly to the marrow: All their tenacities wiped out by flaccid
balance owing to jolty fuselage and fierce airflow,
for sure, they were physically shaken off in a row.
Thud! Thud! Thud! These shadows "agear" shattered,
together with too much of their dreams unrealized,
telling how miseries of the times are epitomized
alongside oceans of poignant tears spattered.
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