11 - Ballad of Vitaly
In the German sky there once was a plane, that carried seventy one children and their mothers to Spain. This plane was sure something, it was full of young Russians, proudly to gander at topics discussing. Well now Pete the Swiss, was doubling shifts, juggling the iron controlled by his lips. Not a minute too soon, the children fell to their doom, struck dead in the air, orphaned a father or two. He just laid in the alley, now orphaned Vitaly, who met a young girl, married her quick, they were so damn in love that they had their two kids, had a great job, construction in Spain, they were going to see papa from Cacaucus mountain range, but now that damn Swissman crashed them into a plane, I will find where he lives, speak to his face, with the blood in my eyes, he will see my pain. Many weeks passed, for fear of a suit, the airline said nothing, Vitaly turned blue. For the killing they've done, no apology made, is it because we are Russian you treat us this way? Through a friend that he knew, Vitaly found Pete, he came to his door step expecting to speak. But pete blew him off, threw down the pictures V brought, pictures of the three most important he lost. As the pictures fell down, reenacting the day, Vitaly's eyes blackened, no human remained. So much can be said, for a man in his shoes, there's no glamor in vengeance there's only this rule, that the lives that you've lost can never come back, and the deed in return is worse then the act. But blinded by love and the pain of his loss, he could not remember the act of assault, he awoke in his room all covered in blood. The cops had come knocking, they knew what he'd done, through a government lean, Vitaly was free, they called him a hero, a man above kings. Showered with mail, they were praising his deed, but he was alone, killed a father of three, no deed that he did could make him complete, it could have been different if only Pete said, 'I'm sorry for killing the few joys you had', now there is nothing for Vitaly to do, but step off a cliff or hang in a noose, robbed of forgiveness that he could've gave, now there's no man left to save.