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