Angels watched as
demons marked the
town with red.
Angels watched as
heroes fought for their
town and the streets
ran red.
Angels watched as
widows surrendered to
the victors and left
flowers on mass graves.
Angels watched as
churches burned and
crucifixes were defiled –
Then, Angels wept.
Written for The Mag Photo prompt.
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After reading your poem, I am weeping too. Will we ever learn? Thank you for sharing this Mark.
The pain in this is universal – it could be Syria or any other corner of our troubled world.
I went straight from reading this to find an old poem of mine on a similar theme. I revised it a bit and posted it at http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2012/04/16/warum/ I’ve left a link to yours as well.
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Mark, this is strong and important. Thank you.
Very nice. A stunning finish.
Poetikat ( http://poetikat-km.blogspot.com )
They must tear their flossy hair out at times, in sheer disbelief at our childish shennanigans. “The Watchers” .
And you made us watch too. An excellent read – depressing, but excellent.
Richard
Definitely makes a statement.
Sad but true.
I like your poem. Thought provoking as good poetry always is.
Very strong metaphor here. The “angels” could be NATO in Bosnia . . etc.
I hate it when angels just watch, don’t you?
If only they could have done something to help…
This is so good and angels do tend to watch until it is to late…
Anna
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OH! I already responded, but I guess I liked it cause here I am again!
Nice use of repetition, btw
Powerful! Angels wept…and I believe they do. Well done.