Inspired to write a poem on peace (after a friend reminded me, by wishing me Happy Peace Day), seeing as the 21st of Sept is the International Day of Peace.
a white feather fell from above doves circle and soar a bullet whistles past blood drips from the bough of a tree peace in our time is the mantra can it be believed cowardice, faith, protection, bravery peace, needs a chance so many messages, to which do we cleave hope from a bygone era past, present or a probable future don’t shoot the messenger white doves circle and soar hoping they do not perish, bringing their message doves cry, and hope dies when children perish may they be lifted on the wings of peace upwards to a burning sky to a place with no name the sun sets on a world in disarray how many more white feathers need to fall from a torn and shredded sky as the tears of doves past rain down are they at peace? I can only dream that they are ......
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