In a different light,

I would set fire to the Angels

and I would watch them burn

and fall from their supposed grace

passing judgement in the Heavens,

their wings singed and blackening

as they recanted their sins upon the Earth;

for the Angels are only devils in disguise

and they fear being found out.

 

I would set them ablaze and like particles of

Mushroom Cloud dust they would soon

fall to Earth, silent, dazed and choking

on their own arrogance…

 

Yet I do not do this, I would never find the

ounce of evil required to take the life

of those who would casually take mine,

who would deny me freedom,

who would leech in my mind

and with perverse and insidious

thievery suggest I should stand back

and take all they dish out,

for I am not that kind of man

who believes in retribution

against the hierarchal savage.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015