Angels To Evils Poem by Chan Mongol

ANGELS TO EVILS
Poet Chan Mongol
November 10 of 2019


Everybody was born as the angel
Even baby birds are angels as little.
A baby of a human and of an animal
They are lovable as long as dependable.
Dependable newborns stay fearless
They don't fight, don't make clash.
Automatically set their comfort and food
Parents are there to do them good.
Fear develops under circumstances
With more needs, more challenges.
All get moods to know races much later
When stepping in the life theater.
New babies are friendly with all
They can't distinguish Fire, water, soil.
You can't be eaten by a baby tiger
Even when that new born has hunger!
Only able body adults want more perimeters
More with desires, greed-jealousies, angers.
Disabled bodies are sinless and remain as angels
More meals, times do transformations to evils.