Not like it used to be,
Forget Pakistan flight eight three oh three,
Though it's a tragedy,
What other activity is like it?
Pills packed with travelers,
Sent into the sky where air is so thin,
It's recirculated from bow to stern,
An incubator for what's ailing you,
Passed on from seat to seat,
After touching ground, what is the impact,
For those the flyers meet?
Special package,
I need not speak aloud,
Who of the next generation will boast,
Seeing the sky from the top side of clouds?
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