Amnesty

Time has taken away the smile from our lips

Spark from our eyes

Soul from our bodies

Still we exist, don't we?

And they have kept the white pigeons

In their private cubicles

To release as a gesture of amnesty

After shedding the blood enough

After perishing the lives enough

After demolishing the monuments of human efforts 

After destroying the natural resources

And when the air has been contaminated by

The debris of the nukes

They will talk about amnesty

They will begin to think about peace

Will we be alive to see the flying doves then?