DOVE COOS ….

(Dove: The symbol of peace)

Though your wings are smaller in span

The flapping hums will reverberate; 

Will rip apart the darkened roofs

Of armories across the world of death.  

Though your cooing is softer to heed

Will echo through the bedrock of sins;

Sins those built upon blood and tears,

Will crumple under thy voice of peace.

Let your hessonite eyes sparkle bright

Let it shine through the death alleys; 

Let it penetrate the evil eyes, of

Vultures dealing life and death.

Let your shadow spread trepidation

When it falls upon vultures of sin;

With thy soft, shiny white feathers

Sponge down the bleeding wounds of thee. 

Though your wings are smaller in span

They will grow and pull off the strength;

To wrap my globe with your wings

To console its pain with thy warmth.

O, the symbol of peace, dear bird

The Olive branch thy hold on the beak;

Inspire me to have faith and strength,

To dream the future of, my little one.