Spiritual

Nineteen babies 
float in the air, 
nineteen angels 
unaware, 
there is no bad man 
with a gun, 
only silence, 
your day is done. 
He has gone his way, 
now you go yours, 
where puppies’ tails wag 
and a kitten purrs, 
where there is no fear 
only love, 
in a grand kingdom 
far above. 
Rest easy my dears, 
close your eyes, 
follow the man 
who never dies, 
in his bloodstained white robe 
He will guide you through 
to the place of peace 
where love is true. 
Rest easy 
go now 
goodnight.

Requiem