Angels of Mercy
Angels of mercy,
is the light too dim?
'Cause I can clearly see
the most deserving is him.
Day and night, night and day,
he hunches, coughing
while the devils, laughing
try to take him away.
Angels of mercy,
your tittle's and lie!
He's on the floor, bleeding
but you don't see him cry.
Sunrise to sunset, sunset to sunrise,
he sprawls out, beaten,
while the devils, cruelly,
elongate his painful demise.
Angles of mercy,
you don't exist.
He's on the ground, dead,
after cursing times we kissed.
Day after day, year after year,
he'll curse me harshly,
while the devils, gleefully,
stab everything dear.
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The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoesíaSo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
