When in the course of history mankind gets lost in the dark
and the perils of injustice are thrown out like a sharp dart.
When the lack of understanding fluctuates between the signs
written on the walls of naughtiness
making everyone feel powerless
to eradicate the demons
scattered over the land….
It is then when angels come out to be heard
and their voices ride with the wind.
The angels of nature sing
every time the season changes
or when the poet arranges
the words in which he believes
can help to create a poem
for many humans to read.
Oh yes you can count on it.
© By Emiliano Martin (Poeta48@aol.com)
