He killed
Soon news flew all around
And the papers
Mass in mass, everywhere
“A plane…”
Hundred fifty killed
None alive
Tears were hidden
Reactions too
Sorrow
Parents, spouses and children
Colleagues and competitors
During the days…
At nights
Laughter too…
Who knows, maybe?
Later, the “Black-box”
“Co-pilot locked the pilot out…”
“He breathed; to last moment.”
I ask:
“What if he had collapsed? ”
“What if he could not open the door? ”
“What if the technology did not rule us? ”
“What if we knew love and humanity? ”
“What if he was not driven to that point? ”
“What if we did not rush in judgment?
“What if we remained human as described? ”
(By faiths…all in all)
Then I cry for myself in this time
We,
We are Malo, or Devil, or Shaitan…
We,
We are the most inhuman…
We,
We are living in an ugly selfish time…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem