Falling Grace

Angels fall from heaven,

No longer fit to serve.

A bit like old army men, cast out

Without the respect they deserve.

So maybe we've been a bit blindsided,

Ignoring our blessings of the people

Who'd risk their lives to save us.

And we forget our daily angels,

Weakened men and women,

Who are no one's first priority.

The End

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