black hole earth
third world angels wrap themselves
around the loneliest of children
god ever placed on earth
they amble these ancient streets
and back alleys virtually unseen
admiring the crumbling architecture
as the children somehow fall fast asleep
jet fighters crisscrossing the frozen skies
reminding everyone that this time
nothing will be different
come daybreak birds sing and angels weep
opening their wings and knowing
in a naturally universal way
that this place in time
will be neither the first nor the last
april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
Oooh, I really like the imagery in this poem
Thank you very much, Jodine.
‘Nothing will be different.”. How sadly true. A very well composed piece.
Thanks for visiting and commenting on this piece, Chris.
wow.
thank you margaret xo
Such a powerful and poignant picture of past and present times, John.
Thank you very much, Carol!
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A very powerful intense write and very unique
Thank you for visiting and commenting on this piece, Wanda.
You’re welcome. It seems the intensity your previous posts were a prelude to the moment. Cheers