FANTASTIC 4

A disaster on the 29.3.13 left 4 boys(ages-13,13,12,8) and around 36 building other workers dead.
The boys were playing football in the nearby compound.
In respect to these people,I wrote this poem,mainly concentrating on the 4 boys,who I call the fantastic four...

they were terrified,were the mothers,
so were we,like they are our brothers!

they woke up today,hoping to score a goal,
little did they know,what on them was going to befall,

"pass me the ball,i want to score!!!"
this event has hurt us,deep down in the core...

man,if they only had seconds,which could count to two,
they would be with me and all of you!!!

its happened,because someone had greed,
unfortunately,someone else had to pay for the "bad" deed,

but dont worry,
im sure in paradise,they are having some chicken curry

its just that god loved them that much,
im pretty sure that the case was such...

tonight,its the angels who they rode,
surely,the best of planners is GOD...