as she looks upon the pain and lack of mirth
the homeless child on a street corner stands
as rich folks pass believing that its out of their hands
a mother scourers the alleys and trash
thinking of her hungry child and just one lucky stash
as the tears fell down like rain from a storm
this angels thoughts of god are torn
can she cry enough to cleanse this place
the hate, the crime, the dirt from a baby's face
an angel crys from the heavens above
hoping one day we all find gods love
Yes, I'm sure angels cry. We do.
ReplyDeleteOooh. I love the poem, though so sad, and I like the picture you matched up to it.
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