When human beings grow greedy

And want to grab all that they can see

No thought of the poor man that yearns

With a

When angels

Cry

Something should

Not have happened

A suicide

A murder

A rape

Something unnatural

To welcome

Involving

They had all come down from above
Each created out of Gods love
Their mission they did not fear
For they knew the reason why

The faint sound of monitors
Slowly beep away,
Sitting outside the corridor
I see people sit and pray,
Hoping that their loved

Angels never cut their wings,

They slip them off in times like these,

To wrap the weary souls to hold,

Praying, softly,