We have bound and gagged the bird
who would carry the olive branch
to the heads of state
guarding vehemently their fragile egos.
Guarding so that the horrors
of retaliation would not
devastate their souls
for stealing the young sons
who had no knowledge and no chance.
Where is the king
who would avow his peace
that others would live symbolically
in love with the dove?
Now. . . . here is the chance
and the time where love
cancels the errors and begs
unconditionally for forgiveness.
We've taken what was most cherished
and crushed to death
what would have been fine wine.