The Crash

By derekpayton512

Fri, 24 Jul 2015
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Fasten your seat-belts, 

we're going down. 
Our engines have failed us, 
we may not make Town. 
Was this pilot error? 
Were we steered wrong? 
Unconcealed terror
rose from the throng. 
The questions we ask
are all how and why. 
No one is asking 
will we fall from the sky?   
 
 
Certificate U
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Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

An interesting meta poor here.  I would lose the commas after 'terror' and 'ask' and capital letters at the start of a line that do not follow a full stop.

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

An interesting 'view' of nowadays...