All the Good Angels Are Gone

A Poem

Photo by Chaozzy Lin on Unsplash

weep
for the times you took for granted,
all those rights you let languish
because you were one of the majority
who couldn’t imagine a life
built from other means

weep
because they call themselves angels
worthy of a higher cause —
but, no, their eyes are bleeding red
and the blood is on their hands,
no matter the lies they spread

weep
because once this place was one
to aspire to, to protect
like a God-given sanctuary —
but hell is here, don’t you realize,
and they are the jailers at the door

weep
because you knew this was coming,
but you didn’t do a thing about it
and you thought it’d be a lifetime away —
someone else’s problem to deal with,
someone else’s burden to bear

weep
because all the good angels are gone,
cut off at the throats by swords
you thought would never be…