If doves could cry,
swift torrents would flow
Throughout this land
of death and woe.
If deer could weep,
raging floods would sweep
Across the plains
and valleys deep.
Hatred, terror, violent clashes
Hand guns, rifles, grenade flashes
‘Death to you’ some humans cry
Their enemies screaming as they die.
If doves could talk, soft words would flow
And seeds of love and peace they’d sow.
If deer could sing, what joy they’d bring
And every human heart would sing.
Peace, love, friendly faces
Caring, sharing, warm embraces
‘I love you’ say passers-by
As spirit breathes a gentle sigh.