Mourning Columbia by Keith Kitchen


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Flotsam and jetsam fall burning from the sky
Seven heroes lost, their souls fly on high.
Parents sob, their children cry,
"Why are there accidents?
Why must people die?"
Their parents shake their heads in silence
For there is no answer.
Moved to tears, the nation mourns,
The flag lowered to half-mast,
The President makes an appearance on TV
To speak on the seven's behalf.
They died performing their duty,
It's what they loved to do, you see.
On this Earth, under God,
No higher calling can there be.
Hail, Columbia!