Broken Toys

Once sacred bodies thrown promiscuosly about,

Angels and Demons reside within the same house.

Here lies a soldier,

Here lies a clown.

One missing its arms,

One missing its frown.

Here lies a Princess,

Here lies a child,

One grotesquely disfigured,

One smothered by the pile.

Here lies the freckled one,

now presumed dead

Long amber locks

wrenched from her head

Some scars remain there,

Some just beneath her blouse

because Angels and Demons reside in the same house.

Angels and Demons reside in the same house...



This poem is about: 
Our world


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