“Broken”

By: Robert McAlister

I

With broken wings

The angel sings

And will not cry

After all of the sting.

She’s bleeding now

And prays to her king…

She lays there dieing

And still she sings!

II

With broken heels

The rabbit runs

His daring way

Into the sun.

His cunning rout

Till oblivion come…

Strait towards his death

And still he runs!