Doves Of Peace

This battlefield smoulders through hate
A horror only you could create
These guns I carry weigh me down
You sit on my shoulder causing a frown
Is this knife loaded with love?
Or designed to stab these innocent doves?
Life’s longing for meaning rages on
Destroyed in a moment and life is gone
You wish for triggers to be pulled
Waiting for another army to be culled 
As I await orders, I wonder and sigh
You lean over, telling me not to cry
The enemy’s over that hill, you say
I am not fooled and it is peace I crave
So many perfections of almighty Earth
Falling to a heap on this humble turf
The enemy is not these men I point my guns at
In these war torn towns, I can see the facts
Soon we will stop all of this nonsense 
We will shout to the heavens with our conscience
Putting our weapons down, letting hate thaw
Knowing that the real enemy is war
You have made us kill under your spell
It is in all of these corpses you dwell
From nuclear bombs to close combat
You force yourself on another diplomat
Those who have gone leave us with grief
But War, you will never fly with doves of peace