barrel of a gun

Who calls when angels rear their ugly heads?
Who weeps when teardrops fall untouched
and the pain of man rips holes in the sky?
Want for beauty and the mercy of time,
ten billions seek peace of mind
in categories pulled from war
and the conflict of faith.

Dreaded or shaved,
Veiled or painted,
adorned or plain --
when the time has come we are all undone.

Become pageantry for indecency
or quell the urge to kill.
Seek thrills in false premise
or realize yourself.
A promise to a saint
could mean the beginning of unity,
and this saint could be your pet.
Several demons I have met
with better intentions than gods among men,
and I see god in the barrel of a gun.