Mordecai Emerges from Prison

Upwards cascades a shimmering swirl:
Eighteen white pigeons soaring high,
Doves of peace to mark this springtime day
When at last he is set free;

A day of happiness it would seem,
Yet every bird aloft should be dull grey
To match the tedious years spent on his own
Incarcerated in dark cells.

And don't forget-
The welcoming, the cheerful shouts
Greeting hom as he walks through the gate
Are mingled with menacing abuse:
Tells of Traitor! Murderer!

So we wonder what may be in store
For this challenger of nuclear bombs...
And remember this-
Peace doves as well as people can convey
Weapons of cruel mass destruction. 

Pat Arrowsmith May 2004