Millard Lowe Poet Sonnet

Of Wars, Eagles and Doves

Of Wars, Eagles and Doves  

Chilling hailing raindrops fall viciously
Into flowing rivers of dreams
As the dark blooming cloud of war
Across the pale sky streams;
Peace lay wallowing in excruciating pain
Trampled down on the bloody ground.
All stalemates have been canceled and called off
As gallant generals gather in the busy game room.
The war dogs are barking and tiring of playing golf;
Tails wag happily anticipating the end of peace coming soon.
Rusting weapons of destruction earn no money to spend;
Investing in war has never ever been deemed a mortal sin.
Yet undying hope lingers in the luminous splendor of love;
Remember it’s the eagle that is endangered; not the cooing dove.

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