white, wondrous dove
you float through the air
like a lazy cloud, pure and clean
but you are a wooden horse, with hate in your belly
sitting, waiting, watching

white dove
with olive branch held lightly in hand
why can't you be more like us
noble men, united under the bent cross
with fair skin, just hearts and guns in hand

O dove
conform, I say! your filthy wings look beautiful
you are unkempt, darkened, dirty and must be washed
for that is what we are doing, cleansing you
so why must you resist?

deceiving dove
you fight with the strength of a hundred men
your talons terrorize our towns, still clutching your withered olive branch
your piercing blue eyes glare at us, forcing us to submission
but why! WE are the just ones. WE stand for purity.

serpentine dove
as we lay here, broken, bloodied, battered, cowering under the master's ever watchful eye
you call yourself victorious, celebrating life and freedom
yet what of the charred remains of your olive branch?
as you rumble through the air, a dark and foreboding thundercloud

O black, hateful dove