angels of mercy
birds of all nations storm
war-torn suburbia
switchblades and derringers
concealed under wing
blanketing rooftops and lining live wires
waiting patiently for night to fall
predawn fog smothers the moon
and silences the stars
cloaking angels of mercy
and their effortless wings
zeroing in on and sweeping away
newly orphaned refugees
november two thousand fourteen
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So lovely
thank-you kind Sir
yikes!
it’s not always a good sign when angels are called to come in….
Contemporary events put into verse – this is how news travelled in days of old and how Bard’s once earned their keep. Well done Bard.
so it seems things haven’t changed much all these years – thanks so much for visiting again and commenting on this piece, Mike….
gorgeous
thank you friend
Anytime, darling
This is so scary.. yes the last lines all came together to the grizzliness of current events…