A Comparison of Opposites
by Elizabeth Anderson
As angels go, it's hard to tell
whether they're from heaven or from hell;
either way, it's hard to address
the trait that both of them possess;
as children cower under sheets,
the rest of the world sings of peace-
and as demons crawl from broken shadow,
parents tell stories of tomorrow.
Hearts grow cold and hearts grow warm,
in blessed rain or firestorm,
and while one's love and the other's hate,
it's fear they both reciprocate-
for here on earth, we're blinded by
anything closer to faith than our eyes.
whether they're from heaven or from hell;
either way, it's hard to address
the trait that both of them possess;
as children cower under sheets,
the rest of the world sings of peace-
and as demons crawl from broken shadow,
parents tell stories of tomorrow.
Hearts grow cold and hearts grow warm,
in blessed rain or firestorm,
and while one's love and the other's hate,
it's fear they both reciprocate-
for here on earth, we're blinded by
anything closer to faith than our eyes.