The Marsist

And on this smoggy day
He tried to make his way
But odds were six to one
He had no chance to fight
He ascended into light
Light brighter than the sun
Did you almost feel the pain?
It will never be the same again
The desecation of this glebe
He came from Pakistan
To the halls of Narbonne
This is the last stand of Shazeb Andleeb