Tears Of The Angels Poem by Alexander Raj

Tears of the Angels
sweep the floors of evil
where guns sprout from the wombs of hell
and lay bare golden red with the blood of thy children...

The silence of the roar
of the waves carried forth
drown the screams of the child
that slowly sinks in the sands of sins

Pearls of pain (bullets)washed ashore
from the bowels of earthly humankind
A peaceful calm, after the storm
as children washed away by Angels' Tears