There lives a world

Where nights are calm as war

And we have yet to explore

Beyond the biased box.


A violent storm breaking in

And running their home,

Taking everything that,

Even the children own.


Installing fear that none can hear

With their backs to the door,

Discerning false information with only an ear.

No eyes.


Will it ever end? When, why?

Because doves don't exist on either side.