Bring forth the pure white doves of peace.
Need not pack those bags and fly.
Bring peace down upon the world.
Alabaster pure.

No shadows cast.
Ride the tide still living free.
Tragedy trickles, in sweetened tears.
Lock not the world away.

Lock away the spitfires.
Put away those tanks.
Disband the band of brothers.
Daggers snapped.
Knuckles rapped.

This world of war filled terror.
Land of milk and honey.
Pleasure so distraught.
As in grip of terror.
Our lovely world is caught!





By ladylivvi1

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