Where I Found An Angel

Standing statuesque At the traffic lights With my sign in hand My banner With my shield I stand Begging for alms Asking for care For you to care As you fixedly stare In another direction You have edited me out You see me but not I have been removed I have been photoshop’ed I am an un-person to you Sadness my mask Desperate my task As a few coppers And for you to care Is what I ask I have tried humour (Ninjas that kidnapped) I have tried a moral stance (I beg as I refuse to steal) But all in all It is my appeal (Not to beg and not to steal) I appeal to your mercy I appeal to your love I appeal to your caring I appeal to your attention Yet you have edited me out Even though I am an angel…