Airplane

Airplane Nighttime in Cleveland and who knows; ten - thousand, twenty - five thousand a hundred thousand feet up is a flickering light. At this distance down I don't know if this is a commercial airline, or something small and fragile. Maybe it's military, or the space station, hurtling through orbit. It turns out the Hubble's broken. There's no money to fix it. Tell me where's the tragedy in this. Oh, I love space, and exploration. And I love my fellow man; but I've been waiting for this day when the crash would begin like an airplane's engines failing falling, from stratospheric heights, from the top of the tower of Babel. Can we learn a lesson? Greed kills, greed it; our way of life, the motor stops, the lights go out, electrical failure - oxygen masks descend in first class. Where's the anger, the action, the rolling of heads? Where's the indignation, resignation, the furor? Dehr Fuehrer his fervor it's on the street in the whitest mansions in Washington and New York. Stutter stall spin tank and a loud screeching noise. The faithful and the masses and the huddled few left. Who shall be saved? Glory to God a hundred thousand feet up.