Peace, Love and the Power of the Dove
It is that time of season
And for some reason
They set out to hunt the dove
Without even the need for murderous glove
The doves are called mourning
And without warning
They will die
From some armed guy
But there was this one critter
Who was not bitter?
Knowing he was a flying rebel he broke away from the northern pack
Having a sense there was going to be an attack.
Being a little ticked
Due to these human hicks
In a hurry
He found sanctuary in the library.
Taking a look
At this one book
He came across the point that a dove
Was a sign of peace and love
That was very interesting fact
And worth knowing before getting attacked
So the young dove took the education
And decided to use it as protection
Venturing back into the wilderness
He wanted those with the guns to confess
Watching those from above
He waited for those who wanted to kill a dove
Here came one
Who was doing this for fun?
Wearing an orange vest
The little dove wanted this one to confess.
So with so much at stake
He flew over to peace make.
At the top of his lungs he screamed
“Why are you so mean?!!”
Quickly he saw the killer was a teen
Landing with feet firmly on the ground
He took a stance before going down.
“Why do you want to kill us? “
“We do not make a fuss!!”
Putting his weapon down the child did explain
The purpose behind this deadly game.
“There is too many of you since all you do is multiply two by two”
Taking a step back the dove
Found out about what happens after peace and love.
“That is the life’s will and we are not here for you to kill.”
Hearing the bird the young boy put down his toy.
“I am not being coy dove but listening to you brought some nice joy.”
Taking the ammunition out
The dove knew what he was talking about
With the rifle unloaded he asked the bird how it was going.
Well the dove replied there was a couple girls in the pack
who did not die in the attack?
I am going to go back to them with my words of peace
And hoping they are not deceased
I will select one dove
To fall in love
Not two or three
Only one to be with me
“So why don’t you fly away my friend,” the boy said
And be happy you’re not dead.
When he arrived at home the first place he went was the phone.
“Are you alone”
“Yes,” she replied excited he did not die.
“Let’s meet so we can cuddle and be sweet,”
And when it was dark in some pieces of bark
The doves were filled with peace and love
And were blessed from the power from above
Who knows the true reason for the dove.
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