This war had been won
The white flag sent by snail mail
To the masses
Of hungry hopefuls
With their hands outstretched and shaking

But it was lost
Behind the locked doors of Diplomacy
Buried beneath political fine print
Forgotten
Under a pile of dirty laundry

Now war rages without purpose
Unable to sate
It’s thirst for justice
Or stop revenge from painting
Black streaks on skin and soul

For all the fair doves were smothered
Deep within their peaceful slumber
Their bodies buried deep
In the common man’s backyard