A sunny day.
A bright blue sky.
A hundred sit
Helplessly;
Hopelessly;
Unknowingly.
A silent sky
Broken by
A flash of light.
A fatal flight
The engines ignite.
Plane's engulfed
In a fiery death.
Crashes down,
It hits the ground.
Nothing left
But a mess of debris.
(What a gory scene)
A morbid day.
A hundred lay,
Dismembered.
As millions sit
Horrified.
A hundred died.
Millions cried.
On this tragic day.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
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