Angels falling
feathers drifting
what good do these wings do
when the suffering
the crying
weeping
and raping
are coming from so far below?
Clip the wings
pluck every feather
if it must be
for angels may fall
but they do not abandon.
About the Creator
Sota Fukuzawa
Just a gentle
peaceful soul
with great hope
in humanity
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