Saints
Write letters no one reads
Destroy student weapons
Win Nobels they cannot touch
Sit in solitary for decades
Whisper "Will they just kill us all?" at night
Care for human rights
Angels
Leave high salaries behind
Feed and bath the homeless and insane
Touch and talk to pariahs
Agonize over their actions
Whisper "Should we just kill them all?" at night
Care for human beings
I
Will never be a saint
Never be an angel
Will drop my coins in the box
Read their letters and nod
Think that both saints and angels matter
But would only like to meet the latter
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