At what cost to our senses come these very cheap flights?
Conveyor belts of human flesh and luggage alike,
All controlled in long – long cues,
Like cattle we are herded,
The airline staff, with their stony faces showing the strain,
Their performance is key to the cost of our flights,
Manhandled through the check in and not a smile to be had,
The human cost of my very – very cheap seat,
I am as nothing, in this loathsome process of efficiency,
And I sit on my plane seat with resentment in my heart,
But who’s to blame?