Kids having fun on the playground
While the blood runs through the streets
The sky turns red
Enemy’s airplanes appear in the air
Throwing bombs; shooting guns
Destroying the place
Killing the scared people that look for shelter
Kids watching other’s lives come to its end
And father runs to them
But he is hit, and appears to be dead
Blood dribbling from his craneAnd kids stare at him admired by the beauty of death