Where Angels Fear To Tread
Where angels fear to tread;
And cowards never go.
Is where I wish to head.
With those I wish to know.
Where children cry to themselves alone;
In war torn lands of enemies and fear;
With no food, no family, no home.
Where death lingers and is always near.
Where soldiers line the ancient street;
Killing in the name of God, guns, and greed;
The bodies of babies at their feet.
The soul of humanity bleeds.
When so many choose to turn away;
Children need a warrior friend;
I long to be with them today.
If not to fight, but to defend.
Where angels fear to tread;
And cowards never go.
In the lands of the dying and dead.
I send my love. A’ho!!
In Loving memory of the Children who have died because of war , guns, greed, and religion this year.
Darlene Doll Smith
Copyright © Darlene Smith | Year Posted 2015
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