MIAT Mongolian Airlines Flight 557

In Mongolia's land so wide and grand, A flight took off, a journey planned. To Mörön they would soar up high, With hopes and dreams that touched the sky. On September twenty-one, they flew, The passengers, a merry crew. But as they neared the runway's end, A tragic accident did descend. The Antonov An-24, it fell, A tale of sadness, we must tell. The crash on approach, so unforeseen, Took forty-one lives, a heart-wrenching scene. The loss of lives, a heavy toll, Their memories forever we'll hold. In Mongolian history, it stands, The deadliest crash in these vast lands. Let's remember those who took to flight, Their spirits shining, like stars at night. And as we soar in the sky so blue, May their memory guide us, strong and true. Random page: EMBO J.