And all the good people
From the streets
Came to witness
The miracle of death
All the children were there
Inhaling the foul air
Smiling at death 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 mold 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

INVIA LE CORREZIONI