Fireball
When the smell is omnipresent
And thunder dreads to the bone
A fireball turns to dust
You know it’s 21st century
Jailed in hopelessness
In hands of lords of the world
Hungry and thirsty
In the eye of God dieing
A lonely pilgrim a witness
Known to galaxy master
Shining with humor
In books written
And the smell is omnipresent
Thunder dreads to the bone
That child doesn’t cry anymore
Since an hour it’s dead