Black Dove

It was carried by wind,
With no need to fly.
Known to those who gave up
On the world. Its melodious cry,
Could bring tears to your eyes.
As you thought of the pain,
That you once knew in your heart.

To see a single dove,
That had feathers of black.
Tribute to a world,
A world that fought back.

A sign of chaos, a sign of war,
The truth of a painful memory.
When blood is dripping to the floor,
Remember what you forgot.
Trying to hide it for so very long,
In the back of your mind.
Where no-one could see,
What was real and what was not.
Remember what you forgot.