The Angel…a poem

the
wings
of
the
angel
were
covered
with
blood

the
knife
stuck
out
of
his
side

he
staggered
and
fell
forward
landing
on
his
knees

people
walked
past
him
frowning
and
making
sounds
of
disgust

help
me
he
asked
softly

what’s
in
it
for
us
the
people
sneered

how
much
can
you
pay

why
don’t
you
go
back
where
you
came
from

what
god
do
you
believe
in

what
race
are
you

what
can
you
do
for
us

the
angel
closed
his
eyes
and
said

I
cannot
help
you

no
one
can

it’s
far
too
late