A piece of paper,
Encircling powder,
Inserted into package
Awaits its hour.

Taken from storage,
And hidden away,
It is ready for action
On this glorious day.

Its master watches,
From safe seclusion,
As the innocent assemble
Unaware of their conclusion.

The air rushes away,
As this star burns,
Sending even babies
Into dark urns.

Pictures are taken,
Relatives live the blues,
Its mission was successful
Because it has made the news.