Beneath the Skies

Title: Beneath the Skies

A skyward realm where dreams take flight,
Where metal birds glide with sheer delight,
But hidden beneath their polished sheen,
Lies a tale of Boeing’s quality unseen.

A CEO, burdened with a weight,
Of long-running concerns, his heart did state,
For beneath his planes, a wrench did reside,
A symbol of negligence he couldn’t abide.

In Europe’s busiest airspace, it’s clear,
Boeing’s quality control did insincerely steer,
For a stray tool lurking under the floor,
Exposing a risk that shouldn’t endure.

How many more secrets lie in wait,
Within the depths of each Boeing’s trait?
Safety compromised, whispers on the wind,
The CEO’s trust, shaken and thinned.

Yet, amidst the shadows, hope shall rise,
Calls for accountability reaching the skies,
Boeing’s prowess must be reclaimed,
For passenger safety, undeterred and untamed.

Let the wrench beneath the plane’s floor,
Serve as a reminder forevermore,
That vigilance must prevail, stakes ever high,
For the clouds above, and the lives that lie.