worn souls left by the way side,
discarded and forgotten possessions of society
these angels without portfolio,
too gentle for this world of illusions,
seem to paying added penance for original sin.
yet while the subtle lies of humanism
slowly creep in
a malignant sadness is manifested
in the faded sighs
and eyes that never learnt to lie
of these angels without portfolio,
discarded and forgotten,
too gentle for this world of disillusions... |