Edward Kofi Louis
Brice - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Brice, rice, ice, be;
In a new twist,
In a new dimension,
And, the Co-Pilot crashed all to death.
The cockpit door,
With a negative mind;
To kill all on board! !
150 people in all.
To crash the plane!
Murder! ! !
And the Co-Pilot crashed all to death,
Flying 'German Wings'.
Shock! ! !
To kill himself and 149 others;
In the mountains of 'Seynes Les Alpes',
Of a location in France.
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