'Peace' said the dove, 'please heed my call
And follow wherever I fly,
Then the land shall be filled with the song of love
And no more shall have to die.'
'War! ' said the crow, 'don't listen to him
Let us feed on the dead on the ground,
For the song of love is a song unheard
Let us listen to the cries all around.'
'Fight! ' yelled the hawk with a deafening cry
'For they stole all our trees and our land,
And they ruined our world in which we live
With a cruel and uncaring hand.'
'No' said the thrush, 'for I long to hear
All the songs that we used to sing,
Before they were drowned by the battle's roar
Let us fly with the dove on the wing.'
'Yes' said the finch, 'I agree with you
Let the world hear our songs once more,
Let us sing now for peace just as loud as we can
In the hope we can end this war.'
So peace won the day and the birds did sing
Till the soldiers began to hear,
Then one by one they did lay down their arms
And the smoke then did slowly clear.
The fight of so many human minds in the aerial roots of representation in characters who are aviators-here are your four birds two for peace ad two with war to tear the world apart with darkness glory and lights fury..well said and exquisitely expressed..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An enjoyable piece; loved the concept and message of your poem; perhaps one day, the blight of war will be eradicated; nicely done. -Joe Breunig Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory