The Angels Are Calling Poem by Wayne Cheah

The Angels are calling,
Peace is on the loose,
The warriors are sharpening,
The edges of their books.

Soft cool breeze,
Waft pass smiling cheeks,
Part-time brotherhood freeze,
The happiness we seek.

The sun is rising,
The moon is wane,
War is dying,
Profit is gained.

The Angels are calling,
The hand of God is within reach,
The dogs of war are resting,
Greening the bloody beach.

The words of love are soothing,
And flowers bloom too soon,
The storm of buried loathing,
Will bring darkness at noon.

The Angels are calling,
To stop the crushing wheel,
Men are not listening,
Made deaf by peace and good-will.

The sugar is in the sugar bowl,
Sweet charity is awake,
Cowards are getting bold,
Light the candle on the cake.

Behind every smile,
Is an unspoken sorrow,
Look ahead a mile,
To beg is to borrow.

This is a Democracy,
Stand up and tell some jokes,
Humility is hypocrisy,
Please behave like other folks.