The dove sits in the tree, its three-part coo
Standing for peace in our symbolic lore
Drowned out by police sirens rushing to who
Knows where or why, peace out-shouted by war
The student sits with mates on crowded floor
Smoking the pipe to songs of love and peace
When he has bills to pay, his fate is sure
He’ll start siding more often with the police
The new politician, he seems so nice
He bills and coos, he sure knows how to woo
To wit, to win your sympathy and your
Vote. It’s done, he’s in the door; in a trice
The dove is hawk, the student Tory blue
The leader is feeding on guts and gore
Mon 25 Aug 2008
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