Another plane crash in Ngeria! Here is my story poem

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The weekend was lively until it grew cold. Men drank, talked and joked for a lark, Day grew older as the sky went stark, A bird carrying men rose, high like a skylark Lurking in the sky, its signal disappeared The bird got lost as happiness made a blend Towards the ground, the plane took a bend And very sad became the weekend Sad but unshaken yet, people were alert Then people in prayer, became one heart The truth gazed in the eyes but did avert Of a black weekend, it was the start A hundred and more made the ground crack With nearly all dead and the new day became very black.