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Doves from Demons


Dreams of past with whispers to speak

Of ten thousand years or more

Respected mother born ‘pon crimson flows

Pine in later years of joy


Old aged father of many hands frowning from the start

Mother is now shunned and torn

As fleshed ones wind Death’s cord ‘round breath

While tears have been silenced and ground to stone


Towers stand tall, lifeless, empty

Identical to them who drown

Locked in the cage where emeralds of beginning

Are neither valued or blessed


The dove, the soul not belonging to the cage, the form suffocated by it

A still beat brought to the call of what was beginning

Harkens the sound of life

Earth Mother’s lasting breath


The vengeful dove, the soul writhing free, shedding bloody tears

Weeps only for one: a mother who has done no wrong

And gropes at the self-built prisons

For freedom of hopeless souls


Attempts are pointless to ignorant minds

It is too late to be spared

Mother Earth will gasp no more

Father Time sets back his watch

Filter the doves from demons