Long Live Peace Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I hate you cruel hate and I love you sweet love,
My eyes are on a branch of olive in the nibs of a dove,
And I do not see what the colour of her feathers is,
All feathers are silks and all invite us for a kiss,
I don't know what the language of her song is,
Time's running out of hands, what for else her bong is,
I can listen to the music of a twittering bird,
The music is amazing it can hug it can gird,
It's meaningful and in no way it is absurd,
A crowd starring at her and none is a nerd,
Her song of peace is now rejoiced by all,
We cannot fly but we are getting tall and tall,
One by one we all touch and kiss the dove,
Dear dove we all hate the hate and love the love,
We wish peace of the peace and pleasure of the love
I am not alone I see many eyes are assuring the dove,
We shall love, we shall love, and we shall only love.
Pens write, brushes paint, and the instruments tune,
We shall not allow a war to destroy the human fortune.