On the Wings of a Dove

To love.
To live.
On the wings of a dove.
I fly.

From this angry world.
I flee.
So desperate to get away
From this misery.

Free from furry.
Free from fear.
Free to live
Away from bloodshed's smear

To love.
To live.
On the wings of a dove.
I fly.

Red. A dark red paint.
Covers a soot-darkened canvas.
Creating a most despairing image
On the face of the world it is hard to miss.

A raised hand
No longer says hello.
It is now the mark
Of that totalitarian fellow.

In this angry world.
I live.
With no control to call my own.
And no place to call my home.

To love.
To live.
One the wings of a dove.
Away I fly.