They just wanted to live their lives
In happiness, peace and harmony
Without wars with other countries.
Though they were doves,
Their peace and love didn’t matter;
They lived in a country of hawks..
When the war started
Like thunder and lightning
In the flaming night skies,
When the bombs fell,
The bombs didn’t separate
The doves from the hawks,
Didn’t care about peace and love
And the doves died with the hawks.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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