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.