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What are your intentions?
A summer evening, flying back to base
A route I’ve flown a hundred times before
Abruptly chucks a challenge in my face
With practised calm, a voice tells me the score
“There’s been a crash, your destination’s closed”
I know what’s coming next, it’s in the book
The standard question every pilot knows
No standard answer gets you off the hook
“What are your intentions?”
Another evening, this time safe at home
The news is on, I lend it half an ear
An awful truth is told in measured tones
The like of which I never thought I’d hear
A war in Europe, sudden as a bomb
Without a plan the homeless thousands flee
A leader under siege speaks with aplomb
His broadcast has a message just for me
“What are your intentions?”
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