They took the town after heavy bombing...

 

The little boy
Lies in the street.
His guts hang out
And a toy train loose
On a string, forgotten.

His face is a mash
Of ooze and nothing.
A little plastic toy
Children float in the tub
Glints on the curb.

Darkness covers the street,
Wonder wich country this is?
On all tomorrow promises...
From our so called leaders.
For the little boy, this is to late.