(In memory of the victims of Dana Air crash)
Whose faces are the pretty charm?
Gone through this ill-fated harm,
Like the burnt woods in the farm,
As if it was in their daily plan,
But then lies roasted from the jam.
Imagine the times of their departure
As they walk into the ill-fated coffin,
To migrate from the homely resident shores.
Farewells and smiles were hands and faces,
Waving as they fly to seek western places,
Then the ugly scene claimed their faces.
What caused it and from whose authority?
That was supposed to be their security.
Who would have stood to sight this stain?
As efforts were made but all in vain,
But then, all had been eaten by the flames,
Leaving us with a constant rain of pain,
As we watch roasted bodies as the remains.
My cries for the victims and their misfortune
All lost on the quest for pleasures and fortunes.
My cries for their families now painfully insane,
All married to an ugly hollow piecing pain.
I shed the tears of our heart broken nation,
For gone are our likes the children of the nation.
I cease to watch the pictures of this gloom
That keeps me wakeful in tears in my room.
The pretty faces which to us are dear,
Now no more, and it’s hard to bear.
But one thing makes me not to ponder,
Even when all day long I still wonder,
That the almighty God will grant them rest in his arms
And give us strength to bear the loss and the harm.
…………..by Ikenna S. Mbaji (Author)