Number One

The better angels of our nature,
us, children of a greater god,
if one believes the nomenclature --
and that's the only one we've had --
where have they gone? What drives our fever,
disdain for any non-believer,
such that these angels have to flee.
We can't agree to disagree,
nor tolerate an opposition,
and so the angels must abide,
must find a proper place to hide.
They're guilty, by their own admission.
Are they the cause, or the effect,
these angels of benign neglect?