Dana Aircraft:Poetic accounts.
Artificial bird
Flying in the sky
With big heavy engines.
Rich occupants,
With properties that buys no life.
Malfunction
Mayday Mayday
The pilot cried
Through a transmission.
Orders that the passengers are kept in d dark.
Causes were unknown
Definitely,proper inspection lacked
Feeling heavy, unlike usual
The clouds became potholes.
Oh my God are we really going down
The assistant pilot cried.
Panic!
choked In distress
The well trained hostesses lost composure.
Oxygen mask drops
Hey here,a woman had just fainted.
Disorder!
Bigwigs turns shaky babies.
Too many religious proclamations
Sure you're a pastor
Forgive me my sins
Lead me to your God, I beg of u.
Running helter skelter
No way out.
Only d foreseen disaster,
The closeness of hell,
And the misconceptions of after life.
Many lay, silently
offering their corpse before death came
Depriving him of the act;
Delight in our anguish.
Going on a journey of no return
Choice,forced out of hand.
On the ground below
Unusual!
Breathing vessel
Scurrying on devil's roof
Running barefooted
Hey see,baba emeka's wife just ran out naked.
As fast as movie trick
Explosion like that of a tsunami
Mansion demolish
Like an earthquake
With flames.
Sudden darkness everywhere.
Hours of destructions and anguish
Of tears and glaring sorrow
Bystanders upon burnt victims
Death comes in plenty
Black sunday
There it goes again.
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