Where Angels Fear To Tread

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!

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