Maurice Rowlands


Haunting Of Angels - Poem by Maurice Rowlands

An angel’s feather floats down from the sky
And skims over the ocean
But never quite touches the surface
Thankful that it never sank
Into the dark polluted depths
Because demons on horses beneath the waters
would gallop at the speed of light
And carry it away
To faraway lands it doesn’t belong

An angel’s cloud floats down from the sky
And skims over the industrial plant
But never quite touches what is below
Thankful it never made friends
With the poisoned clouds from underneath
Because skeletons on horses from beneath the smoke
Would gallop through the toxic fumes
And carry it away
To faraway lands it doesn’t belong

An angel’s harp floats down from the sky
And skims over Nigeria
But never quite touches the fallen villages
Thankful that it didn’t land
As the darkness would steal away its sweet music
Because Boko Haram on horses from the depths of Hell
Would gallop through the burning towns
And carry it away
To faraway lands it doesn’t belong

The Goddess Isis floats down from the sky
And skims over the Middle East
But she never quite touches the ground
Thankful that she never will meet
Those demons that abuse her name
Because ISIS on horses in the blood filled desert
Would gallop across the tortured sands
And carry her name away
To faraway lands it doesn’t belong

Topic(s) of this poem: angels


Comments about Haunting Of Angels by Maurice Rowlands

  • (3/6/2015 4:46:00 PM)


    A powerful write, a great poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 6, 2015



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