Distant stars shine in the night sky
Like glittering diamonds way up high
Do you wonder who is up there
Maybe a being than loves to care
Maybe they know not the meaning of war
Or they are not inflicted with a flaw
Where they would never judge those differently
That are classified disabled that people see
They might not call them names and mock them
Walk on by as if they are ready to condemn
Maybe they never bleed others for profit
Because all the way up there is where Angels sit
copyright Chris Smith 2011
Chris Smith, what a brilliant word smith you are.
ReplyDeletelove your blog, your poetry is simply mind blowing..
keep it up ...