Oh, search for the plane goes on
In rough southern Indian Ocean
Ill-fated flight that missed course
And that has turned into a curse
Maybe faintly beeping its Black Box
But where is it? Everyone is foxed!
Deep in the Ocean miles down
To strange sea creatures' frown
Many nations' search continues
The exact location, still confuses
At this time my prayers are thus
Let them find at least some trace
Pray for the passengers and crew
Their ends were not too very cruel
The icy cold winds or rough seas
Or the mile-high battering waves
Or searing heat of burning metal
Or sharp teeth of any sea animal
Pray their ends were calm, silent
Souls departed quietly that night
Their souls to their gods reached
Or to Mother Nature down South
Pray they build air planes better
Don't take off, vanish into thin air!
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