It lands on the ground where the young boy lays.
Asphyxiated in plasma and DNA.
His teeth are cracked, and his flesh is ripped.
What a good boy he was,
always smiled to the sun..
Always wimpered at the morning news.
His good samaritan soul did nothing for him in the end.
He would have cured cancer,
and spent our money on people in poverty,
rather than placing guns in our hands.
On the bright side,
I guess we don't have to worry about population control.