(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.
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