Broken Angel
I practice my craft
as a messenger
but inside my eyes
they fill with tears
if I should be strong
and hide the pain
in the sight of
children crying
and unseen sorrow
with the wars raging
and the death for not
the tyranny of man
and darkness of innocence
my soul cries out
who am I
why was I chosen
I’m just an Angel.
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