Humans and Angels

What is an angel in disguise?
Is it something I am able to feel-
Or to trust for my soul-
To follow of home.
Is it a human?
With warmth as a offering-
And words like a snake-
So it poisons the brain.
Every book has writtened papers-
Of feeling free,
No more worries on my shoulders.
Oh does this angel somber alone?
Or walks in the day-
Like the rest of us.
Noboday ever seems to be home-
In the house welcoming.
So little children-
Run off to alleys,
Learning life the wrong way,.
But will there angel,
Come swoop down-
Hover around there innocent bodies-
Wrapping them with care.
Or is the human the cause-
Of all wars and igonminy,
The world that has committed-
A scientific cause of-
Disaster.
Is the angel the saviour,
But or the guider of-
Our soon to be undying souls.