We set out
sunless,
provisionless,
drained of strength.
A red star throbbed in our blood.
A dove rested in our hands.
An olive branch slept in our pockets.
A rifle weighed upon our shoulders.
Which of these
should we have offered
to the other side?
First،
we released the dove.
The sky answered
by turning to blood.
Then،
we reached out with the olive branch.
They sewed each leaf
with pellets of lead.
Today,
this alone remains with us
The last option
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