The Falling Angels. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

The heavens suddenly cracked in horror,
The lining silver clouds separated as its walls
it parted as old enemies.
And then, the heavens opened its wide mouth to
discharge them all, the wicked angels.
There they are in the diamond chairs
To rule us to their desires.
The world is broken in pieces and
its walls had fallen apart,
The foundation are no more visible.
The falling angels of doom and destruction,
Image of the Archangels yet cruel to behold.
Woe has taken over the entire earth and its government.
Who shall save us from their hands?
No man accept the son of God.
Men are held captives already.
Sickness and diseases are spread out from the pit of hell,
Beyond human understanding are they.
They rule our land, exploit us,
In a mysterious manner.
They embezzle our money, Send us into slavery with no hope and future.
Our tears make them smile while our smiles make them cry
They are seen in limousine cars whilst we trek down the street alone
With torn clothes and bare footed.
In their pogrom we are stranded
Angels of darkness, fathers of evil.
There they are in abundant while we suffer.
Soon they shall be over thrown in tears
By the government of He who is greater than all.