Where Is Thy Angel, Earth?

Looking around in this calm room Surrounded by millions of red bricks In the soothing bed of the gray cement Broken lights hanging from the flat wall And the ray of invisible sun was lost. Far away from this heaven is a battlefield Where the god failed to discover A piece of sand and mud Injected with the tremble of human blood. Will there be a drop of fulfilled thought? Will there be a mark of the white dove in the navy blue sky? Will there be the blessing of peace? And when, For the existence of a birth cry An angel will fly down With the arrow of LIFE in her holy hands And will live as a savior To drink the red wine. Swollen eyes of unlimited grief Torn skin of marooned lips Immortality may deceive her Her golden wings falling down The miracle to be born- A page in an old fairytale. Being the symbol of a forgotten dream A melody from a broken violin The angel will die A victim of the living, breathing war She will be covered with the sands of the centuries As the bible of a new day NEVER- to be immortal, NEVER- To be the angel of tomorrow.