In the dazzling light
Of the street eyes,

A teenager, full of dreams
For a glorious tomorrow,

Is ***** and *****.
People huddle,
Sirens echo and
Slogans are raised.
An old beggar,
Lying under the sidewalk,

Chanted and chanted.
Nothing happens here.

Nothing happens here,
And then spoke slowly,

He is gone.
Only her charred skin

Is left and her
Maimed heart.