Dead dove

The world is not okay 

It is dying from malnutrition 

From discouragement 

By the few despots 

In their ivory towers 

And we should weep

Weep 

....weep for a 

World of despair 

Distant love and 

Destruction; 

Hold your handkerchief 

Let it catch your tears 

As you weep for the dead 

The tortured, the maimed 

The hurt, the sufferance 

Of man 

That it should be understood 

Life is precious 

A dying moment has come 

Say goodbye to your friends 

A dead dove fallen