The White Dove of Hope

Oh you sad children of a time so evil and dark;

the product of undesirable circumstances;

and love gone stale before it could spark

You were the anomaly in the grand scheme;

should have been smothered when born;

but sadly the plan remained a bad dream

You knew while you grew, you had no roots;

the useless moss clinging to a boulder;

no character, no faith and no attributes

Yet you all survived and yet you go on living;

for what purpose may I ask in all sincerity;

when both fate and life are so unforgiving

Desist…I suggest; surrender. I would advise;

nothing will help you persist or even grow;

throw the cards down; please be a little wise

What did you just say? Did I hear the word ‘love’?

Yes….perhaps, love is the only solace you have;

it is your golden butterfly, a beautiful white dove

Go on then, caress its warmth while you can;

but if the white dove forsakes and abandons you;

you are all done with life, there is no other plan