Poem About Suriname - Holy Doves

Doves flying

The guns ceased fire
the tanks stopped rolling
no bombs don’t fall

but yet they wait
the holy doves
they calmly hide

bewitched beneath
their marvel
magic wizard’s hat

in misty clouds of dust
in powder white
as gentlemen disguised.

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