The big fire-flies in the sky
In the dark night it blossoms up
Bathing the ground of explosive lights
The wind howling the smoke away
The shattered pieces
The mangled bodies, concrete and wood
The glasses in shreds splitting on the ground
The sad tale in the eyes of the living
The aging leaders with hungry of conquests
They breathe of possessions and power
The peaceful setting to live in harmony they forget
They want thrill to see their names in history
The big fire-flies scattered in the sky
It's like thunder rumbling in the ears
The wind howling the smoke away
The sad tale in the eyes of the living
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