Little doves of peace and truth,
Why do you dwell near me?
Do you wish to hear me
Cry out in a fashion most uncouth?
I avert my gaze purposefully, managing my helm,
so that your purity may never breach
a belief that justice lives in a distant realm.
Although you stay with me,
I can’t help but see others skirt away.
Although you bear with me,
I can’t help but wonder why.
Although you’re there for me,
White wings run red and I will never fly.
Truth and Peace are not dead,
They never lived,
If they are sitting where I tread.
Just two little doves I see.
That is all you
and will ever be.