The dove of peace.

The dove of peace has lost its wings,

Bound to the ground it no longer sings.

Kept from soaring to the skies on high,

Broken in heart it must on earth lie.

The olive branch was consumed by flame,

Its scattered ashes depict humanities pain,

Its last few remaining leaves,

Are trodden on by people who do not wish to see.

The sword of war,

Which the dove abhors,

Has at last found its prey,

The dove must die a final death for pure evil has won the day.

McD