Oh take flight little bird in the sky

What is it like to leave the ground

But here I am

On the ground weighted with mud under my feet

Oh take flight little bird

At every tall tree

And every brook

You swing down and drift up

Carried by the winds without punishment

Oh take flight oh my youth!

Before it’s too late

And I’m stuck on the ground...

The dove spends its days in flight

Feathers pure, shimmer under the sunlight

The world brims with possibility

Giving people hope across land and sea

Its image brings prayers to up above

The people revere the little dove.

But arrogance swells in its little chest

A selfish smile instead of the love it once possessed

It preens on high, blind to the dust down below

Its outward shine masks its peace...

They say I am a Dove of Peace,

That I sit and rest on an Olive Branch.

That I am a symbol unity and hope.

The humans talk of me with such wonder;

With stars in their eyes they hope to see me,

While they light fires and reap chaos.

I shall not show myself to those who lie

And cheat

And work towards war, not peace.

They say that they don’t want

War and death and fighting.

They reach out to touch ...

peace. i am painted on buildings and logos. usually you would think i’m happy to be popular, but everyone sees the wrong side of me. they just see my outer beauty, even though i don’t think there is any there anyways. they all think i’m pretty, therefore bringing peace. they don’t even know what goes on in my head. it’s a jumble of thoughts, depressive and insane. i can barely focus on anything go...

their impurity dampens the luminescent feathers god sent me with.

the worms in the ground soak in the pollution that is man-

from even just their shoes on the ground.

i don't land to eat.

i can't shield myself from the disgrace for my mother nature-

it affects me, too.

it affects my mother and my sisters and little brothers.

my grandmother was flattened by a monstrous, quick moving machine.

wh...

Soaring over nations it never ceases to disappoint me how humanity, even with its advancements of civilisation, dwellings, languages and ways of living, are never satisfied.

Even with all the bounties bestowed upon them by nature and science, all the creatures great and small, all the organic forms of life, and lifeless elements of the Earth enable their innovations and still, they’re unable to ...

this frickin sucks butt

i love violence more than flight!

peace is so boring...

I’m not happy today

You see it’s nearly May

Things are just too far away

Flying flying all over today

Me, a sign of peace?

I just want to release

The frustration and grease

Like sheep losing their fleece...

People are quick to say I saved the day

When things start going their way

Torches and pitchforks just a day before

Funny they aren’t acknowledged anymore

In a compromise everyone gets a prize

But the mediator is just called wise

Symbols of peace can often end war

Does anyone care what I want anymore?

What is gained by being a symbol of peace?

Other than being caged like your golden geese?...

my wings are rather dark

my claws are rather red

yet thick

there is so much life for me

i never know

which area

i want to

pick

i love lying on limbs

they are so nice

if only i could live forever

but i am just a dove

but i still want love....