The Angel of Peace

by Ian Probstein - Cancer

The Angel of Peace

1.
A cloudless sky is hovering over Hiroshima,
and it is still calm, my friends, in Nagasaki,
but the Angel of Vengeance is again devising 
his righteous wars in the name of Providence.

In the world where we are fighting for truth
with a brine of hatred on our lips,
there will be no love, no kiss,
no grass, no birds, nor even God in Heaven.

2.

The Angel of Peace is stiffen 
with a begging hand 
stretched to the world — 
as always, he’s blind and invisible,

for only the Angel of Vengeance
with a punishing hand is invincible,
but the Angel of Peace as ever
comes to us only in dreams.

Birth sign: Cancer
Date created: 2009-09-03 02:45:19
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:47:14
Poem ID: 72060

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