I descry why doves fly
When hearing warmonger lie
Innocent victims of war cry
In the bombed out rubble
I sense the hurt the pain
I see the blotch the stain
Caused those who must accept the blame
No more wars, no way, not in my name
In this there is no critical acclaim
Just atrocious shame
As the innocent simply still just lay
As a result of the war machines games
Disposed, cast out, sent running
Now regarded as immigrants
Their nation now in ruins
These heartless acts make no sense
And the doves cover their eyes unable to see
The genocidal misery
A used by those who claim to be free of deed and speech
But use it to kill and maim in wars
Where innocent people will pay the ferrymans price
Forced out of this life, made to travel to death on the other side
This is the reality that I descry.
fauxcroft 
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