Seraphim.

Reference.

Angels rushed out
To help the dying
The sick
The poor
The children crying
The ragged and the meek
And then
They presumed to be done
And ascended again

But the meek continued to whimper
And the dying continued to die
And the poor starved to death while we weren't looking
I can hear the children cry
And they scream harsher
Than any angel can know
To help a child
With such sorrow
How can the divine
Expect to help at all?

The presence of the winged wonder
And the wheels in wheels
And the burning feathers drive you mad
This only hurts the mortal form
An angel cannot feel
Misguided at best
Are the holy and blessed

The babies cry
The fearful hush
That is why God abandoned us