This poem is not a soft vision of peace, but a sharp critique of its contradictions. The dove appears not as truth but as façade — a symbol we hold onto because real peace remains distant. By likening war to a football match, exposing democracy as hollow, and reducing conquest to an adrenaline rush, the poet forces us to face an uneasy truth: humanity often watches conflict like spectators, numb to its cost. These verses challenge us to see beyond symbols and ask — will peace remain an image, or can it become a lived reality?
Crimson, and the White Lie
When I think of peace, I think of the ‘Dove’
A symbol we created that was non existent
Still a contradicting facade,
to highlight what we haven’t reached
A dream that was way too far!
We choose the sides, yet never bleed
Cheering on as countries annihilate
As if life was a football match,
and death, merely a goal scored
Crying souls reaching high – We watch on, as humanity dies!
“Democratia”, Alas, people yet have no power
To restrain their own lusty desire
Just the yearning to conquer lives, and land
Bloodshed, and the war that ensues
Guess it’s just the adrenaline rush!
Poet Details
- Poet : Nikita Paul
- Grade: 9
- Age: 14
- City: Kochi, Kerala, India
