Death of a Dove

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ook her out in the open to let her go into the beautiful skies, She took her first flight in months, And as soon as she touched the skyline, I heard a loud bang; The next thing I see is the dove on the ground, completely still and red, With blood filled on the beautiful feather laden wings I once treated, She was gone, killed by someone who never understood her value, Someone who did not care. I lost a part of me that day, It felt as if all the efforts to save her had been wasted, I was angry, I felt depressed. This is the idea of peace the world has today, When someone tries so hard to maintain peace, We peopl

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e create instability, because we just don’t care, We don’t care about this world, we don’t consider it our home. We humans don’t care, because we are selfish, All we care is about ourselves, And that leads to the death of peace, The death of the beautiful white dove.</p><figure id="7c32"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*8yN3E6xNk6mwzXBW"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@noshadtakes?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Nowshad Arefin</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure></article></body>

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I found an injured dove one day, She was beautiful, the prettiest thing I had ever seen, But she was in pain, She was fighting for her life. I picked the poor thing up, I took her home to take care of her, I looked after her day and night, And made sure she healed well enough to fly once again. After months of treatment she was finally healthy to fly again, I took her out in the open to let her go into the beautiful skies, She took her first flight in months, And as soon as she touched the skyline, I heard a loud bang; The next thing I see is the dove on the ground, completely still and red, With blood filled on the beautiful feather laden wings I once treated, She was gone, killed by someone who never understood her value, Someone who did not care. I lost a part of me that day, It felt as if all the efforts to save her had been wasted, I was angry, I felt depressed. This is the idea of peace the world has today, When someone tries so hard to maintain peace, We people create instability, because we just don’t care, We don’t care about this world, we don’t consider it our home. We humans don’t care, because we are selfish, All we care is about ourselves, And that leads to the death of peace, The death of the beautiful white dove.