Time Of Tragedy Poem by JJ Evendon

Airbus A321 stands with doors open attached to a tender.
Air crew of Flight 9268, ready to greet travellers.

Tick

The morning sun is just about to appear
passengers squint as they head towards the waiting plane.

Tock

Sun, sand and warm sea
for them, Sharm was the perfect holiday place to be.

Tick

A destination where the sun is always guaranteed to shine
5 star hotels and where diving is simply divine.

Tock




A Red Sea resort that's fun and difficult to forget.
Vacation over, they sit aboard the St Petersburg bound jet.

Tick

With doors closed they are soon ready to depart
the whining noise becoming louder as the engines begin to start

Tock

Safety briefing done, everything locked and stored away
it won't be long before the plane will soon be on its way.

Tick

With full throttle, it becomes airborne, for it was meant to fly
carrying 224 souls and baggage up very high.

Tock

It was sunny and not a cloud in the sky`
their route back to Russia taking them over the Sinai.

Tick - 06.12

An unidentified package was coldly placed in the hold.
Primed and timed for 06.13 precisely.

T.....

It explodes and rips through the plane.
All radar contact lost.
Calls from ground control go unanswered.
Just debris and silence.

Tragedy.