A little Girls Testimony

The angel walked with a gun
but, its not possible
angels don't die.
I said sir, please help him
the man didn't even cry.
Even as years may have gone by
lips to the cement
I could look through the limit,
of every sky.
I wanted to hold the one angel's hand.
Kiss away his fear
and his pain.
But mommy said no.
I would catch a cold in the rain.
I wanted to scream
cuz I knew
he used to be someone's little boy
licking breyer's ice cream
and superman action figure as his favorite toy.
Why do all the good guys
always die with a bullet to the heart?
A policeman with his wings
is an angel, with his badge
he'll never part.

© July 2009