Peace & Pigeon

Come to me my white bird,
Peace pigeon.
Don’t worry about the olive branch
Fallen by storm.
Take these olive branches
From all around my country
They are for you.
Take them to all people
Who need them.
What if their colour, their religion,
Their language are different to us?
Come to me my white bird,
Peace pigeon.
These olive branches are for you.
Take them so that women shouldn’t be widowed,
Children shouldn’t be orphaned.
Take them so that mothers shouldn’t mourn
And my world shouldn’t turn into a sea of mood and blood.