Where Angels Fear To Tread

A Poem by Moomin

Dedicated to our wonderful nurses, and a warning for those who do not think beyond themselves

There are Angels among us

Metaphorical Angels

They have no wings to fly

No superhuman powers to call upon

And no ability to remain unseen

They dance to the tune of human need

Become a crescendo in this dark time

She leaves her little one asleep at dawn

With aching heart and weary eyes

For even Angels tire out

She enters Hell where monsters roam

Little creatures with verocious appetite

Leaving lungs and lamenting in their path

She stands her ground and grapples fear

For even angels are in need of courage

She gathers the sweat and blood and tears of strangers

And soothes them to life or death

Yet while she suffocates in misery and mask

Selfishness abounds outside

And those restrained insist on fun

They gather together in revelry

Kissing flesh and adoring sun

She sees them on the nightly news

While she strokes her daughters brow

And comforts her with unfulfillable promises

Yet though they have the right to be free

They make her burden heavy and sad

With more victims for her ordeal

Yes, they have the right to take the loaded gun

To play roulette with their stubborn lives

Yet when the game involves warheads and virus

They invite death for others too

Who did not choose to enter the deadly casino

For even angels die!

© 2020 Moomin

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Samhitha Mopati

It's an apt poem in today's times. There are too many poems on doctors these days, but too few on nurses and other healthcare workers. What I really liked about the poem is these lines- "She gathers the sweat and blood and tears of strangers, And soothes them to life or death"