The Crushing Crash

I got crashed; I became crashed; There must be some reason; I endured when I was lashed; Still, all slandered me of treason. I get flown by the Pilot, Who, too, succumbed with me; Tooth and nail he had fought, But who won was destiny. It’s a world that’s too strange, Of course, in the negative way; Slaughter is beyond my range; I can’t even think of it any day. Sometimes, I become free, Free to have a vivid voice; None can escape from destiny That snatches our each rejoice. None ever thank me for my aid, When they approach their destination; In dire disgrace I am laid; Well, there’s no procrastination. I lost my all; I lost my life; I failed to land on London; Humanity’s too full of strife; All, all become too undone. How could I save them all? I, too, had to die in the crash; I took off; then I did fall; Then occurred the brutal lash. It’s too easy to blame on me, right? Well, I won’t justify my innocence, Because I was bereft of any might That could arouse our prudence. The tragic end haunts my spirit still; Is there none, none to mourn on me? Like a candle, I did try all to fill Up, but…again … destiny!