Look now, here is a world
Where arrows and gunshots are the latest fixation
I see red, everywhere, as the city is
Bleeding, as she pours down the street

Ghost children play on the swings and slide
Making use of a second childhood.

The stillborns float in the sky, stranded
baby beauties. With blue eyes and blue feet
lost in another world.

Here there is nothing left,

Children of men, roam the streets
With guardian angels off duty.

Lets just hope they don't discover atom bombs now.