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"