The Angel crawled out of hell,
with scraped knees and bruised limbs,
battered skin and torn black wings.
They looked up and took in the sight
of dripping tar from dark tainted skies.
A clang of tin sounded from afar, as it bounced off the rim
of a trashcan full to the brim.
The screams and cries of people
Honking noises filling the air.
Lonely persons with knives in the dark,
who have broken hearts beyond repair.
A sulphurous smell,
bringing tears to the eyes
tingling unpleasant olfactory sensations.
The scratching of sharp blades of metal on metal
that brought down nations.
A painful image,
firm hand shakes,
political ties.
A world built solely on deceit and lies.
'We failed', wrote the Angel
Setting aflame the paper
to send hell their letter.
They shook their head in defeat,
'Oh! Human', they thought
'How come compared to Earth
Our hell is still better.'