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 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"