DOVE

(a Sonnet)
 
I'll never understand the need for hate
By those who can't believe in simple love.
Who try to make all people rue their fate,
To seek to silence evermore the dove.
 
The world has always been embroiled thus
Between the nations, countries' armies fight,
With euthanasia to be rid of us.
The ones who make it, homeless in their flight.
 
Bequeathed from those who die in innocence,
Their hopes. in vain, that generations thrive.
Instead, the senseless killing of vengeance,
Where terrorism learns to come alive.
 
When will it come to pass that love is all,
That ev'ryone should rise, and never fall!
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