A flood of sand
turned down the light.
A little step for a man
who won’t see another day.
Thousands of hearts
bet one last time.
Millions of naked eyes
asked themselves why.
What kind of god gave the orders?
What kind of men broke the glasses?
Two silver shooting stars
tore the sleepless air.
Two giants of steel
fell into a sea of concrete.
White ghosts in solitude,
rivers of boiling blood,
flowers refused to arise.
There was no key to find.
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