If I drew Avenging Angels, coming from on High
It wouldn't be to benefit the likes of you and I.
It wouldn't be because they're on the side of right
Seeking vengeance from the ones who shot the plane down in the night.
It wouldn't be because they've come to spill your blood
Or stop the tide of violence rising like a flood.
The Angels would be weeping, unabated tears,
And not because they share our silly worldly fears.
They've come to see the children, young forever more;
They weep because the world is now immeasurably more poor.
A small thought amongst the tragedy that is the loss of Flight MH17.
(Please note that it was night in my time zone when the plane was shot down, and this poem is a reflection of my thoughts upon waking and hearing the news.)