A sweet little angel with tattered wings
Upon the dusty cloud, she rests her feet
So tired is she, her voice no longer sings
As she hangs her head in humbled defeat.
Her halo is hanging just out of reach
Tears gather up in her lost, lonely eyes
She's hurt by the humans who flaunt their greed
And sting each other with perilous lies.
Each new day she sees the killing in war
No compassion shown to the fellow man
And though she has seen this tableau before
It's something that she just don't understand.
So now she waits for the killing to still,
Perched in the corner of God's windowsill.
Sonnet:
A Shakespearean (English) sonnet has three quatrains and a couplet, and rhymes abab cdcd efef gg.
Usually made up of lines with 10 syllable count.
First thing that came to my mind is that, the concept is very general here and there are a lot of poems written by many on this context. So your poem will have to be extraordinarily good to be appreciated when you write on such a general concept. Further to this, the poem refers to no particular event that highlights and hence describes your concept. It refers to general views and actions of humankind. I hope you are getting what I am saying. k; I will explain further. To give you a hint of mass psychology, a concept or a message is better related to and understood by people when a event that they might have experienced directly or indirectly is described to them and the message through the impact of such an event.
For a sonnet, the rhyming scheme is a bit off and the "don't" in the end of third stanza must be "doesn't" or does not, as I believe that English must be accurate at such a traditional style, but then it affect's the syllable count; so you will have to probably rephrase the line.
I am not really quite sure as to how powerful your vision was, first stanza and third seems ok, but last second is better and the last is good. Flow, again I am not able to decide as I am not able to decide on your Vision at all.
I rather think that, there is a lot of scope for improvement but I cannot relly point my fingers at anything specific. It just does not give me that feel of sorrow with a touch of exhilartion for war and death.