A Wounded Angel Poem by Lonnie Hicks

How sad to see
thousands of butterfly wings
freshly plucked
scattered on the ground.

How sad to see
Wounded Angels flounder
at the cliffs edge
one by one
falling into the abyss,

a young girl holding
out her hand
trying to hold her sandy heart
pieces
from sifting through her fingers
grain by grain
blown away by the wind,

Orphan Eyes
slowly closing-
taken by the Caped One.

How sad to see The Haunted of the World
closing the door to Hope,

Rainbow pieces
scattered along
the freeways.

All these sad scenes-
blazing memories-
motivate us
to say
never again to:

ripped up butterfly wings;
wounded angels floundering
atomized sandy young girl hearts;
dead children,
Hope murdered in the streets
Rainbows crying sadly
along side our freeways.

All too sad.

All too much
to ever forget.

All the more necessary to prevent.

Humans
should not tolerate this,
we
mustn't.