Flight 370 Poem by White Tiger

It took off from Kaula Lampur
Heading towards Beijing
With 239 passengers aboard
This 777 made by boeing

It made a sharp turn
With a determined attitude
There was no reason for it
As it lost altitude

It roared across the skies
For hours to come
Disappearing from the radar
Leaving us wandering numb

They looked over the ocean
But nothing was found
The ping from the blackbox
Faded from giving us sound

The families have no closure
With this endless odyssey
The perils of flight 370
Will lay dormant in mystery.


C. Vergara
04/03/2014