Dark AngelsA Poem by David Lewis PagetTheir
shadows stir and mutter But
too low for you to hear, They
often lapse in silence, when A
group of you appear, They
hunch down in their hoodies Or
they mix with the elite, It’s
hard to tell the goodies From
Dark Angels in the street! They
populate street corners Sell
their poisons down the line, They
wait for you in alleyways, Give
in, and you’ll be fine, Their
friends are dressed in uniforms With
batons, on patrol, But
ready cash backhanders see them Under
their control! They
have no moral compass And
in that, they’re not alone, They
sit up in the boardrooms Hold
the mortgage of your home, They
never pay their taxes But
they lecture you on yours, And
hold the nation’s flag aloft As
soldiers fight their wars! They’re
chauffered in their limousines Avoid
the ghetto slums, But
help their fellow henchmen By
supplying them with guns, They
hold a friendly congressman A
captive to their will, And
promise fair elections If
he’ll pass a certain bill. They’re
there electing Judges Who
consolidate their power, For
money is the way they bring Your
poverty to flower, While
barristers distort the law On
technicalities, They
free the dire offender, Bring
the victim to his knees. They’re
out there in the daylight And
they’re hidden in the night, They’re
constantly recruiting Just
to feed their appetite, They
revel in corruption and Rely
upon our greed, The
Devil and his minions, Dark
Angels of his seed! David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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Added on August 15, 2012Last Updated on August 18, 2012 Tags: shadows, poisons, backhanders, corruption Author
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