What can make an Angel weep?
Is it angry men, driving knife blade deep?
Is it skewed world vision, tainted by dreams of greed?
Is it heinous crimes or mean dastardly deed?
Is it poverty and children without solid roof?
Can it be bombs and mortality, lives lost as proof?
Angel tears fall as dust, for they can’t heal…
A world in pain, knowing a black spirit has souls to steal.