Shy of human eye, the sky was flushed
A rosy red more delicate than grace.
Why, high above the earth, its blood had rushed
By electronic media, light out-pushed
Until we seemed to see a tortured face
Shy of human eye, the sky was flushed
Towards this bleed, this rash, the trees rose lush
Like forests of the tropics, they embraced
Where high above the earth, the blood had rushed
Its weight could sink Titanics, even crush.
The moon and stars would, screaming, be effaced
Because of human stares, the sky was flushed
Too much has risen for the heavens to grasp
And down the blood will stream .vermilion traced
Downfall follows, hear our warheads crash
Well, tell us what exactly is the case
You say an unknown being lost their face.
Where shy of human eye, the sky was flushed
Why, high above the earth, its blood had rushed
