Towering mountains, turbulent seas
Rugged terrains, windswept fields,
I fly up there and beyond these
Looking for calm, they call me the dove
A winged white wonder,
A symbol of peace, and often love.
Clear is the sky, it sometimes belies,
The truth beneath, the chaos that arise
From hapless hearths on an helpless earth
Whose sighs go unheard as each orphan
cries.
Her lap once their cradle, now a blood
bathed bed
An earth then rustic brown, now sees only
red
Her agony leaves my soul gasping in pain
My eyes so sore I ponder in vain
Why oh why do I fly so high!
No Noah’s Ark now beckons me
My Olive branch just a twig from a tree
No Aphrodite chariot I pull on now
God’s gift of love mankind does not see
My wings feel clipped as wars rage on
Alas my fate, a dove I was born!
Its peace at stake in a world reborn
It’s the devil’s take and paradise gone
Here Gods have died a thousand deaths
For religion has razed countless heads
Cause or pretext no one can tell
It’s now a bane that has made life hell!
So here I bury my helpless head
Under my anguished wings, it’s only bed
My pleas for peace, the world rebukes
For the earth has turned a haven of nukes
Some day, some time, I’ll soar again
And find that lost paradise, come high tide
or rain
My Olive branch then fresh and green
Will tell a tale of the beauty I’ve seen
Of lands where dwells only hope and
peace
Where love pervades over seven seas
There I’ll lay my soul to rest
A love dove that has found it’s nest
My spotless white cloak will then cover me
In peaceful slumber for the world to see
Soaked in harmony, soaked in love
I’ll then have lived a life of a dove!
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