Angel of Grace
by M. F. B. Porter
People change their minds
Tears are shed
People gain binds
The lot is cast
And it is bleak
It mirrors the past
People choose wrong
Suffering consequences
Some short, others long
You keep heart
While others lose sight
Of you and your part
People kill and use up,
Steal, beat down,
Betray and corrupt
They manipulate
To quench selfish desires
And perpetuate hate
All except you, we fell
Still, you smiled with grace
In the face of death and hell.
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