On the rail ascending heavenward
And hanging from the walls.
Guardian Angels take the form of white linen cloths.
No longer a coat for a torso
Or sporting the latest trend.
Instead an unspoken voice calling out a dire plea.
Words written in ink spreading through the threads.
Children, mothers, fathers, friends
As they desperately cry for an end.
These Guardian Angels on the wall.
Take one moment to read the tales.
These victims of such vicious hate.
THIS ABUSE HAS GONE TOO FAR.
Let the anger burn deep within.
Fuel it with
White cotton lin.
Do not let their suffering go in vain.
In a culture motored by distractions
Take a moment.
Send a prayer
For the abused and the abuser.
And when this world seems so dim
Be a Guardian Angel formed in lin.