contest- Peace or Lack of Peace- sponsor- Karen Jones 1/11/26
Tears fall from our sadness As the white dove flies away on the wind of burning fires into the unknown realm Away from the dead and dying whose voices were heard like a fine flute Those who live gather shadows in the wilderness trying to recall the white dove of peace to refresh the soul Chased by the evil hearts of men who have crushed the peacemakers on the rocks of bloody shores dispersing them with the shattered remnants of peaceful life spreading them over a vast sea of years Where civilizations were built, then destroyed like green meadows to be plowed under tilled, over and over seeded with the blood and bones of peaceful people Whose souls are buried in the wretched soil of conquerors whose soldiers trampled the sacred ground of peace leaving nothing But vultures gliding in circles above the rising smoke Lifting the white dove away Far above the crushed ashes of those dreaming of peace As tears fall from our sadness The White Dove stays away
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