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.
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