The Missing Plane Mh:370
They left with happy faces
They were people from
different places
They boarded with their cases
Packed them into their spaces
The beautiful MH370 took off
Like the ball in golf
Just like a playoff
That i will be a tragedy they
never thought of
There last words were "alright
good night"
Everything seemed alright
We thought it would be a
normal flight
That we would hear of its
arrival during the morning light
Indeed you never know
The last time you will
se someone and again say hello
But that was a painfull way to
go
What a hard unforgettable blow
Tears brimmed our eyes
Hoping they were just lies
Waited for updates from sunset
to sunrise
And the World was loud,louder
of cries
Hijacking,sabotage were the
consideres posibbilities
The mental health of the pilots
were the liabilities
Terrorism the act of hostility
Not knowing the reality
Our hearts felt like they were
wrapped in a blanket of nails
Pain erupted from each side of
the body for no details
Like a farmer who always fails
Hoping the end will be like the
fairytales
It was still the missing plane
To find it know one knew when
Like a flower the feeling
blossomed of pain
We just hoped to see the loved
ones again
Our hope was then flushed
By the heartbreaking news with
pain we felt stuffed
When we heard some even
collapsed
That in the indian ocean it
crushed
BY ME. :)
Copyright © Aisha Itimu | Year Posted 2014
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