The Newspaper today,
whispers a new tale,
The devil once again,
Snatched de life sail!

Helpppp ! Helpppp !
He yelled, 'I'm being hurt',
Call for de ambulance,
Sadly, none made effort!

Bruish limbs, broken bones,
Turning thee road red,
Screams filling heaven,
Making, de hopes dead!

Roads, as the pretty Moon,
Full of Lunar craters,
Executing many daily,
As de harsh Dictator!

No seatbelt or no helmet,
Isn't a matter of pride,
B/c in the end, it is you,
That whose gonna died!

The Angel in the white,
Out there isn't...