With god there was his land,
in his land he had his angels,
of these angels there was child,
beautiful as a poets dream,
fair as gods pearly clouds,
pure as only a child can be,
delighted was heaven with her,
and gods favourite child became she,
she pittered and pattered and danced,
she ran all about her and merrily she pranced,
but one day came, she wandered, far, alone,
she decided to chance a look at earth down below,
but looking down did the little angel see,
nothing but hate, pain and misery,
of god she was and to god she went,
Father she asked..’why are the men in such pain?’
God looked upon his fairest child,
And said, ‘its what they themselves to bind’,
‘that cant be so’, said the blue eyed girl,
your touch I’m sure will make them whole again,
HE lifted the innocent to his knees,
said ‘I gave man happiness, love for keeps,
he forgot how to use them and created his own,
world of destruction and has greed’s seeds sown’
‘but someone must save them!’ the little girl cried,
God put her in bed and said ‘child how I TRIED!!’
The little girl slept not at all, and when at days call,
She was sent for by God, she was not to be found,
For the fair child of God,
came down upon His lands,
to try and change this fate of man’s,
the men, they saw her, the image of God,
they looked upon her with fear and with awe,
she smiled upon them. And reached out to them,
she touched them, cleared their minds of all doubt,
she fed the hungry, healed those in pain,
and spread god light about her,
then chased the dark away,
they worshipped her and praised her,
and they called her word God,
and for some time,
yes for that some time, there was atmost peace,
but in due course, the dark clouds returned,
the greed that consumed the world of men,
came back to work with vengeance,
the men started to argue,
to own her did they want,
the desire for power taking control,
they created a council, to decide upon,
whose the angel was to be so forth,
words got harsher and harsher with time,
and soon a war among them was declared,
the angel now horrified rose to speak,
and among the angry men, to make peace,
they looked now upon her, once god they saw in her,
but that day she became the forbidden fruit,
they took her prisoner and bound her to a tree,
she she begged them and pleaded to be set free,
the war was roaring around her,
blood splattering around,
homes set on fire, within and without,
in this did gloom find her,
alone and tear stained ,
it claimed her and ate her,
she dint utter a sound,
the crops she had planted, the wealth she had spread,
all she had done, to dust all that went,
she thought of the words of her father the lord,
the truth now before her, naked to behold,
and then the war was over, the cruel had won,
they came back to get her, to claim their prize,
hungry and wounded, they called out in a trice,
they asked her to reach out hand touch them,
to heal them and feed them,
but though the fingers reached out,
nothing came out from within,
for they felt not, like she did,
her life n soul ebbing,
they could not see her pain,
so lost we they in theirs,
they flew into a terrible rage,
and dragged her by her hair,
they clawed at her fair skin,
and tore at her gold robes,
in hopes they could somehow,
make riches of those,
then, when all was gone,
but the look in her eyes,
they bit at her lips and bled her dry,
and in her last moments,
her tears mixed her blood,
she cried for her Father in heaven above,
she cried for the mankind with no hope,
she cried for the heaven that all of them lost,
and as the last breath, left her tiny lungs,
the Father watching above her, let lose a flood,
days he cried..oh countless days,
and when the tears were over,
he asked, ‘what went wrong?’
he found the answer, soon as one can,
it was in his idle moments,
he created a monster called man..
