mhauck@ihuxk.UUCP (10/12/83)
007 Oh death you take no notice Of life's left unfulfilled The child cries and a mother morns A trite line "Death be not proud" So true, at the plane flew They had an appointment One they would have preferred not to keep Black box tell you tale Return to empty homes, hollow and lifeless Families see the reminders of the dead Now time has passed with no results Pieces wash ashore, fragments of life But mostly pieces of death A childs shoe sheared in half To graphic a representation of what happened I hurt for the lives lost, stupidity You rule where you should not rule Will only total destruction end this? No, murder will continue forever And I cry more Mary Hauck