How sad to see <br />thousands of butterfly wings <br />freshly plucked <br />scattered on the ground. <br /> <br />How sad to see <br />Wounded Angels flounder <br />at the cliffs edge <br />one by one <br />falling into the abyss, <br /> <br />a young girl holding <br />out her hand <br />trying to hold her sandy heart <br />pieces <br />from sifting through her fingers <br />grain by grain <br />blown away by the wind, <br /> <br />Orphan Eyes <br />slowly closing- <br />taken by the Caped One. <br /> <br />How sad to see The Haunted of the World <br />closing the door to Hope, <br /> <br />Rainbow pieces <br />scattered along <br />the freeways. <br /> <br />All these sad scenes- <br />blazing memories- <br />motivate us <br />to say <br />never again to: <br /> <br />ripped up butterfly wings; <br />wounded angels floundering <br />atomized sandy young girl hearts; <br />dead children, <br />Hope murdered in the streets <br />Rainbows crying sadly <br />along side our freeways. <br /> <br />All too sad. <br /> <br />All too much <br />to ever forget. <br /> <br />All the more necessary to prevent. <br /> <br />Humans <br />should not tolerate this, <br />we <br />mustn't.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wounded-angel/
