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Flight of Fate

                                                                                                                          The people lined up at the gate                                           respond to destiny....                                     no clue to their impending fate....                                           the bomb in aisle 'c'.                                    The intercom once more announced                                        "now boarding at gate 'b'.                                      as everyone prepared to mount                                           the ramp to fight 0 3.                                  He watched them from a dim bar booth                                         with no signs of remorse                                    he closed his conscience to the truth                                          and set destiny's course.                                     The innocent would have to die...                                          to him its all the same.                                       He takes another gulp of rye                                       and calls his daughter's name.                                       But Mary Jane cannot reply..                                       her voice he'll hear no more.                                  "The airline", he cried, "made her die"                                         He'll 'even up' the score.                                       He tells himself he's justified                                        to do this thing he's done...                                     until he looks through fearful eyes                                          and sees his only son !!                                       His son is running for the gate                                        so he won't miss his flight..                                    the father prays his son's too late...                                           alas to say...not quite.                                       So now its father's turn to run                                         he couldn't stand the pain                                     he'd rather pay for what he's done                                         than lose a child again !!                                    They asked to see his boarding pass                                        but he had none to show...                                      the time to act was fading fast...                                        his progress much too slow.                                    He tosses off rough hands that hold                                         and then proceeds to run                                      he feels his legs begin to fold...                                         felled by a smoking gun.                                     He says, "too late to stop it now"                                      "The bitter seed's been sown".                                    "And though I make my final bow,                                            I do not die alone".                                     The man begins to breathe his last                                     and thinks his vengeance's ceased                                   but what this man has failed to grasp                                      is death won't bring him peace.                                    His daughter tells him, "father dear,                                         you did not need to die"                                      her spirit wipes back bitter tears                                       that stream from out her eyes.                                    "The grief you bore from losing me                                        is what this horror caused".                                    "But now I'm sure that you can see,                                          it was the will of God"                                     "Now I must leave you yet again"                                         "this you already know".                                    "You take the course of sinful men                                         that leads to Hell below".                                     Her father turns to wave goodbye                                         to play the Devil's game...                                        his endless role is e'er to die                                          upon that fateful plane.                                                         

Copyright © October 2000 William G. Cross


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