Claire V. Bogdanos

I wonder if the angels weep

For those who have no place to sleep

Or cry for those who writhe in pain

With nothing left to lose or gain ?

Can it be so that we are meant

To never know where honor went

Or why our lives are meaningless

With naught to rise to our defense ?

My heart is sad it wants to smile 

I’m tired of the fractious guile

I beg the Lord open our eyes

That we may greet a new sunrise !