MH17

MH17

Sitting up high,

And admiring the view,

There aren’t any borders,

Just a beautiful blue,

An inflight movie,

The kids play some games,

The seatbelt sign off,

The pilot exclaims,

So minding your business,

Now seven miles above,

The missile has hit you,

Took from ones you love,

Last moments with just fear,

Not something you deserve,

Your precious life is ending,

It’s something you’ll observe,

And as we know you tumbled,

And sank into this earth,

We’ll make sure to remember you,

And won’t forget your worth,

We’re so sad that you suffered,

And couldn’t say goodbye,

We’ll send you off with pride and grace,

Our hearts you’re still close-by.