Every time, the sky gets infected;
with that blight we call "night"
Often, blemishes form on it
we then see specks of light.
Yet, it worsens each day
it peels itself; then bleeds white!

"Oh, doctors, what have you done?
Why do you not heal the bleeding sky?
Oh, butchers, what foulness is this?
Why do you keep wounding the sky?
Oh, my friends, why do you revel
In the sky's suffering? Why?"

They did not respond; the sign did it for them:
"We are united, we are one. Let there be peace on Earth--
peace that can never be undone."
And so, the sky bled white once again
patiently waiting for the blight.