Poem (gedicht)

Onderstaand gedicht werd gemaakt door een bezoeker van onze website naar aanleiding van de 29 jarige herdenking van de ramp.

The Tragedy Two great and beautiful aircrafts bounded to the same destination diverted by the terror and the fear to a very small airport, where their fate they'd meet. Decisions were made, maybe for right, but most for wrong, one of them started to run followed by the other surrounded by the fog of the afternoon Face to face like two enemies they were on the runway waiting for the clearance that never came, or maybe it came, but it was misunderstood suddenly one of them just went along unbeknownst that the other was there. When they saw each other it was already too late they couldn't avoid the disaster and the impact was so hard that both got hurt , involved in fire, like two brothers separated, their wings were broken and left a trail of death and sadness. Now, 30 years later the wounds are still open and the memories of the loved ones surround us like ghosts. but we'll never forget, those 583 souls. May they rest in peace.