Olympic Portions

Slithering up to
The power buffet
Looking every round
To see who's lurking today
Keeping tabs all of the way

Balancing seems to be the key

Counterfeit promise of peace
Just get them to speak
You're the only safe thing I've got
Double portion my cup
Permits on all things
Kiss of peace & calling truce!

Dove!
Return of the Dove!
Return of the Dove!
Returning bearing an Olive Leaf (in her beak)
Your faith has healed you
Now go in peace

This time the dove did not return; it has made its home in the shade
We though wild olive shoots
Share the nourishing sap from the root
Will guard our hearts and our minds on this vine
You who transcend understanding

It's time to go back home!