Angels Amongst Us Poem by Randy McClave

The beggar that stood at your feet
Could had been an angel walking the street,
They are the poor and the unfed
And them none, did you care to meet.
The immigrants that you hate with your eyes
They too could be angels in disguise,
That is as the Bible has said;
But, "they cannot be Angels"! Are the Devil's lies.
The man that is standing way over there
Wearing the ragged clothes with the long hair,
He is the poor and the unfed
At him we will point and laugh and stare.
Amongst us all strangers are walking
To God one day they will all be flocking,
They are listening to all which is said;
Angels are always talking.
At the poor and the needy we will scream and cuss
Greed, and war and walls we will patriotically discuss,
The Bible has been quoted, but not been read
There are Angels, that walks amongst us.

Randy L. McClave