Angels and the Lyres
The dew drops on the grass,
The whirling water of calm lake,
The unfolding bud of the rose,
The butterfly in the cocoon,
The newly rising sun ,
Delighted and heard the first cry
Of the newly born child.
Fallen angels on earth
Tempted and smelled the scent
Of newly-cut umbilical cord,
They're feasting for discord.
The lightning flashed,
The thunder sounded loud.
Blinded and deafened
This fallen angels' crowd.
La la la la,halleluja.
The baby on the cradle
Sleeps well that in
A minute or after
Giggles and smiles
As eyes kept close,
Played with the angels
And sang with their lyres.
The sleeping baby
Feels rocked by and by.
She grew ,stumbled,
And fell and fooled
By the angels of underworld,
And became mad, and sad.
Till renewed and be good.
The angels of the GOD
Won the fights
of this woman's numerous plights.
And she cries, and cries a river
Like a baby on the cradle
For they bade goodbye
The angels and the lyres
Disappeared from her eyes.
They fly and fly
Form a line and strung the lyres
Sing for an old woman
Just lately died.
Laid on her cradle,
Keeping her totally asleep
While her winned soul
Joined the exequy
to the well-known pearly gate.
Then looking at the corpse
She's lying solemnly
Coz the angels
From celestial hierarchy
Playing the lyres magnificently
Singing her a lullaby
While her soul flies by
to her eternal haven
Beyond the blue sky.
o hah!o hah!o hah!
Another vagitus,
Another juveniles to be cradled
to be sang and played,
to be cared and to be prayed.
The angels prepared their lyres
for another fight between
the darkness and the light.
April 5,2017
10:20am
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