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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