• The sky is dark.
    Black rain falls.
    Blood tears trickle.
    Roses wilt in sadness.
    The world is somber and quiet
    On this terrible day.
    Every head is bowed.
    Every heart is hurt.
    Every mouth is silent.

    All the people are gathered
    Around something lying on the ground.
    In the middle of the circle,
    An angel is lying.
    Two more stand by its side.
    The Angel of Life is crying.
    She is crying into the shoulders
    Of the Angel of Death.
    He, too, is crying.

    They are standing around the limp body
    Of the Angel of Peace and Love.
    He was killed;
    Killed by anger.
    Killed by hate.
    Killed by torture.
    Killed by war.

    If only we did not fight.
    Then this beloved angel would still be alive.
    He would not be lying on the cold ground
    And would be with the Angels of Life and Death.

    The sky is dark.
    Black rain falls.
    Blood tears trickle.
    Roses wilt in sadness.
    Everyone is gathered around
    The Angel of Peace and Love.
    He died on this sad night.
    On this night of war.