Fallen Angel

As sad as grieving stature,
As injured as our faith,
As blind as our politics,
And banished like our hope,
Its frail wings now dry and brittle,
Its weak bones don't live inside,
Its last tear has fallen slowly
As its latest wars collide
OH it stands their on the purge
Oleander is its cure
On and on this goes like music
Over mountains hills and skies
But alas, it has now fallen,
But alas, it too is gone,
But alas, the sky so darkens
Where the final sun has shone.