Above tart ocean waters
the purest wings this side
of heaven carry a message
across the boundaries
of language and beliefs -
mountains and deserts.
The color of surrender
and harmony reflects
as it passes over
young and old -
rich and poor.
Children greet this world
with hands crossed
like desperate wings
battling against the storms
of nuclear powered politics,
but their voices won't remain
behind the tape for long;
soon they will march,
unified and dignified,
under a flag of rightful demands.
3 weeks ago
4 comments:
Such a hopeful piece. I like that the dove (symbol of peace) becomes a symbol of power and of "battling against the storms of nuclear powered politics."
"harmony reflects as it passes over young and old."
I'm pretty sure I quoted it correctly.
That by far is my favorite line. Great poem!
What a beautiful prayer and beacon for what’s left of this generation and the next. Great line: “The color of surrender...”!
This is so uplifting.
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