And all the good people
From the streets
Came to witness
The miracle of d**h
All the children were there
Inhaling the foul air
Smiling at d**h
In infant glory
Their eyes shining
Bright and ignorant
And the flies were there
As a black halo
Above the body
Of a broken hero
Someone said
You are so beautiful
With a hole in your head
And the street became a sealed tomb
Filled with your silence
The mould built patterns
On the surface of your fading eyes
Your hands still reaching
For the azure sky
"Life is a brief drama
For the amusement
Of the true masters...
You will learn
To despise your kind...
...For when you fall...
We shall all walk over you"