The skies criss-crossed with jet streams,
The air alight with children’s screams,
I raise my eyes from bitter truth
Too look and laugh at playful youth
And chase away the stench of death
That lingers on my latest breath.

The skies criss-crossed with jet streams,
The air ablaze with children’s screams,
He lies upon a blood-stained street,
His heart deploys its final beat
To welcome home the stench of death
That lingers on his latest breath.