“From all I have seen, the gruesomest things, the cries of these children have broken my wings,” said the Angel of Death. “Why don’t you humans assist those attacked? The cries of those victims have broken my back.”
It came in a dream that I lay helpless in bed
Then entered the awaited angel of death
I asked, “oh angel, do you meet them?
Jewels of humanity, our precious gems.”
A tear fell from the angel, setting my soul on fire
The creature of light replied…
“I witness their agony, only because its required
I just saw a girl die on the Darfur sand
She grabbed a rock onto her hand
She hit herself, I saw her bleed
She screamed, ‘Why did it happen to me?’
She slammed the rock against her belly
Weeping to the genocide Medley
Where Victims increase with crimes committed more heatedly
Ten men held her down and raped her repeatedly
Then the child in her stopped breathing
Slowly, stopped kicking its feet
A reminder of torture she didn’t want to meet
When God commanded me to obtain
I took her soul gently, so she wouldn’t feel the pain.”
The light stopped talking, its silence was sad.
I asked, “Is that the worst moment you’ve had?”
“Indeed,” it replied, “the moment was bad.”
“But none compare to the child shot in front of his dad.”
“Can you imagine the utter agony, the hurt?
When he witnessed his boy sniped straight to the gut.
When your son’s insides fall onto your palm,
then hear ‘dad, it hurts. Oh dad, please call mom!'”
“Then the Israeli soldiers casually walked away,
It’s business as usual, killing kids while they play.
Yes, business as usual to snipe the helpless and weak,
Yes, business as usual to hear a dying kid’s shriek.”
“From all I have seen, the gruesomest things,
The cries of these children have broken my wings.
Why don’t you humans assist those attacked?
The cries of those victims have broken my back.”
The creature got loud and then it stood tall,
“Why don’t you help up the people that fall?
Are you truly that ignorant, are you that naive?
Practice your belief, or your words will deceive.”
I woke up distraught and I woke up in shame,
I pondered if I truly worship God as I proclaim.
For if I worship God I would help those in need,
I would run to answer every oppressed plea.
As I sat on my mat all ready to pray,
I promised my God I would not betray.
Helping the unheard should stay as my goal,
Or I won’t please the angel that comes for my soul.
