Dove - Poem by Sylvia Thomas
With wings of white love,
and eyes of pure beauty,
she soars into the infinite sky,
and sees all from above.
With these eyes that reflect
the world she's been in,
of hope and dreams,
and the tears of everyday life.
For besides nature's wonder,
there lies a disaster,
With their hands that bear the blood of others,
they march on, forgetting whom they've hurt.
With their eyes that don't see the tears of others,
they only see the door, the door to power.
In their quest for power,
they draw blood from others.
In their blinded hatred,
they fail to see the light.
Only she sees them from above.
She who wants to touch the world
and bring peace.
Though she can't stop the wars,
she's hoping all of you might.
War will be over if you want it to be.
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