Religion Poem by Timothy Long

Do you believe in angels?
not lately one so small replied,
do you see any difference?
its all the same another stated,
beaming with pride the narrator spoke,
this is why so many die,
but why the small boy cried,
with a sad frown that all saw,
the narrator explained humans are greedy,
humans are so different,
is god real a third boy questioned?
why lie the narrator thought and said with dread,
nobody knows so who is to say,
im sorry you young have to learn this way,
the narrator closed the book and stood,
a fourth child a girl this time screamed,
please don't leave with a plead,
is that all that it seems,
the narrator saw and decided to stay for their angels on this day,
maybe to pray one suggested,
no the small boy yelled startiling all,
we need to work as one not for one who might not exist,
stop he does screamed the other in mixed feelings,
the girl in silent prayer hoped it would end well,
not caring if no one was there,
its the thought that counts the narrator said inspiringly,
to the angels of sick,
fear no repercussions but the fated sealed for these children deal,
you will pass and escape to another day,
the narrator softly repeated and left wishing them a goodbye,
not knowing as they slept their faith healed all the rest,
talking about the world and some of mans troubles,
what a mans voice or reason tell him of nature and life,
what is a man capable of accomplishing before his fall of death,
maybe of conscience,
use words rightly as they are as powerful as a man makes them,
get your own life before your sold,
of a working man as his labor exist.