Fly

I know this poem is late due, it's in honor of the victims of the Connecticut shooting.

Heaven couldn't predict, 

The delivery of new-found wings.

Heaven couldn't imagine,

The pain they'd have to face.

Is it not enough, to silence 

The innocent and forget the forgotten?

Is it not enough, to punish

The sinful and praise the saint? 

The echos of the death angel,

Ring out through the halls.

He slices his way through their

Tiny mangled hearts and pained faces.

A time where cowards are cowards,

And heroes receive heaven's victory crown.

Where new harps are carved and passed on

To the new crowd of angels, floating through the gates.

As they fly, fly fly up, 

There is nothing holding them back.

Even the death angel himself,

Drops his head in cold defeat. 

Reviews

[Crissie Luce]

Very nice Aysia i like it:-)

[Aysia]

Thank you! :)

[Crissie Luce]

:-)

[Nick.B]

Love the third stanza. Very interesting poem, unfortunately we live in world where cowards are seen as heroes, and the real heroes well...they're gone(or that's just my opinon) anyway great job...like the poem

[Aysia]

thank you :)

[Tex]

very nice tribute. i loved the flow, the content and the way it was presented. Lovely, A very nice write.

[Aysia]

Thanks a lot :) I love all your reviews.

[Tex]

any time...