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…
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