The bird of peace

Why is there no bird of peace singing it's bittersweet lament?
Why do the battles never cease?
We live so easy, what more do they want?
The generals and their armies,
Inside deeply tormented by the calls of the lost,
Death is so much worse,
Lying in an unmarked grave

Birds expressing their inner hurt,
Cooing their lament, so strong,
But what good are they for when all the true hurt does come?

Guns and knives,
Tears and blood,
An unamed murderer hiding under a grey hood,
But still I wish for a silver lining
In a life that's truly a black cloud,
The bird of peace
From a genius' imagination,
A symbol of hope and love,

Maybe that's why a caged bird still sings,
So an angry raven can become a dove.