Paloma P Poet Prose Poetry

Doves Faltered

When doves faltered

   and babies cried,

hence blood was shed 

   in the name of the Father,

as every mother's bosom

  was purged of her child

grown to a man, only to die

  defending his brother's religion,

whilst no human was spared the

    wrath of wartime communion amid 

    contradictions of holy water's delusions


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Viv Wigley October 17, 2016 at 7:45 AM Great write, love that dichotomy, wartime communion. Clever ,sharp piece. Viv x Paloma P October 17, 2016 at 8:57 AM Thanks Viv, thought you could appreciate the doves, as you've aptly written them.

Marquis Mc Mills-Cooper October 8, 2016 at 11:44 AM A very interesting poem indeed! Should do well for you in the contest. Good work and good luck! MC Paloma P October 8, 2016 at 2:03 PM Thanks MC!