angel of death
meglena antonova
Her veiled body glides through the empty streets
An Angel of Death.
Her eyes, wild with pagan fire flames
Search the ruins of what used to be a crown jewel of the desert.
Her silent prayers in the dark, unanswered in ages.
If tears for everything she lost could wipe clean the slate of hatred,
Then may be there is hope for her wounded heart
To break free from the depth of misery, that drowns her daily life.
One fulfilled wish is all it would take to wake up the spirit inside,
To restore the faith she once had, for the good things, someone promised
will come.
One kind act from a stranger, wanting nothing in return.
A smile, perhaps, some food, a clean robe would mean so much to her.
But the days blend into nights and the nights back into days,
While politicians waste time on power struggles and pointless debates.
If she had it her way, they'll choke on the damn oil they so thirst for,
Then go down, melting and screaming, in one amazing, glorious blaze…
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