I'm Not An Angel
Don't call me an Angel, I'm not
a Saint.
Hero or Martyr are things that I ain't.
My thoughts are too angry, my
hands tainted in blood.
From all of the unwanted you left to die in the mud.
"I couldn't do what you
do" I hear all of the time.
I think not doing anything is the more serious crime.
God made us the keepers of all
of this land.
By the time we are done, no other creatures will stand.
No, I'm not an angel, miracles
I cannot do.
Lord knows I have tried to save more then a few.
Saints are to holy, they have
lived a good life.
Mine has been troubled by too much sorrow and strife.
I'm not a hero, here saving the
earth.
Hell, at times I can't help mom cat to simply give birth.
A martyr, now that's got to be
a joke.
Too much anger inside, to many folks I want to choke.
I AM a person who hurts and who
cries,
For all the unwanted and homeless critters who die.
I AM a person who refuses to
look away,
Who will defend the defenseless each and every day.
No I'm not an Angel and I'm not
a Saint.
Hero or Martyr are things that I ain't.
Sue Burkhard
November 30, 2001
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