The Silent Angel Poem by Robert Page

The silent angel,
hidden in the crowds.
hiding among people,
so he can get around.

There's demons on the streets,
hurting the weak.
the silent angel sees this,
but cannot sort it out.

The weak are always targets,
for those weak inside.
inside every bully,
is only a child.

There's demons on the streets,
hurting the weak.
the silent angel sees this,
but cannot sort it out.

The demons do not like this,
they hide the wimp inside.
in layers of muscle,
there's a weak and puny mind.

There's demons on the streets,
hurting the weak.
the silent angel sees this,
but cannot sort it out.

If the silent angel stands alone,
then he will surely fall.
we all need to stand and fight,
to help him sort it all.