Peace

Not my best, but hey!


Peace is a dove,
Flying free.
War is a raven,
Gazing hungrily.

Peace is chased,
Through the skies.
By a sharp snapping beak,
And death's eyes.

Peace is a dove,
Each feather a virtue.
War is a raven,
Out to hurt you.

Peace has many feathers,
Love, friendships, joys.
War has only plots,
Skulduggery, and ploys.

Peace is a dove,
Gentle and pure.
War is a raven
For which peace is the cure

Peace is snatched at,
Soaring high.
War is the chaser
With the evil eye.

Peace is a dove,
White as snow.
War is a raven,
Lowest of the low.

Peace is chased away:
It disappears,
Leaving nought but hope,
To soothe our fears.