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!

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