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