The Dove of Peace for the Mother’s of War

This is dedicated to a mother in Afghanistan who has since died in exile of cancer at 53 years old. She was the humblest person I have met and deeply kind. She was not political but she saw the result of the failure of politics and leadership. She and other women would discuss the destruction of their country with heavy hearts. She suffered for her children as mothers do. Her husband died, her son died and she witnessed many deaths. She used to carry a gun to protect her children as the city of Kabul was shelled regularly.

Until men who believe that war is a solution come into an illuminated understanding that violence kills families and children, only then will they start to see war as primitive and ineffective. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind as Gandhi stated.

I send this with hope to all mothers who are suffering today.

Why not choose world peace as our operating paradigm. In the future there will be peace in the world.

IMMORTALITY OF HOPE

The women of his country
live for the children alone,
their life is pure dedication
or they sink like a stone,
their love is their children,
sacrifice they condone.

The symbol of the mother
is surrender,
is so tender,
the carer of the old,
the protector of the soul.

Non violence and submission,
you do not need to gain permission,
you cannot be conquered
for you are the creative,
the spirit of creation cannot be destroyed,
there is no favoured
girl or boy.

Allocated the parents role,
the walls were built to provide sweet comfort,
to shelter from the cold,
you have always done as you were told.

Unaware of political intrigue
and the atmosphere of distrust,
you have no more tears
as your life has turned to dust.

The dove of peace is freedom,
the dove of peace is white light,
the dove of peace comes to those
who never dare to fight.
The dove of peace returns to mother
it no longer takes to flight,
and as it gently slides away
mother wants to fight.

To change your mind is devine,
to forgive is the elixir of the sublime,
to heal the wounds and find a new home
will save us all in time.

A new pregnancy
mother gives birth to new hope,
she shapes life from the rubble,
she yields dissolving trouble,
her children are scared and shaken,
staring into the hole of insanity,
when will humanity awaken.