Is this the end my friend?

Men of hate keep a-coming.

Never again. Sweet words that lasted but a few moment in time.

Patriot missile.

Young Johnnie waiting to go home.(1992 photo)

Is this the end my friend?

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


I’m tire of war. I’m tire of naysayers of peace. Is blood and death is what we will leave for the next generation?


Is this the end my friend?

I saw children being killed in the Middle East .
They are killing babies.
So many mama’s and babies being killed.
Where is God?
Where is the Prophets of peace?

Please lord.
Stop the killing of the innocent.
Allow the gardens of life and minds to grow without fear.

Is this the end my friend?
Jesus told us. Hurt a child. You create pain in him.
Poor Jesus must be crying a million tears for the one million children
dying monthly of starvation.

The guns are a-blazing.
Great cities are falling.
Israel turn the tables.
One was the prey. Now accomplished killer/predator of people in their way.

They is no room in paradise for men who authorize killing of people and destroying cities.
This is the work of evil.

I believe world turning a blind eye.
Leaving small country to countries hiding their true reasons to search and destroy.

I go to the quiet forest.
I pray.
Stop the guns.
Stop the bleeding of poor babies, woman and men trying to hold on to their home and cities.
The blood increases everyday.
The blood bath added more war and killing.
Hate is alive and well in our world.

Brother’s killing brother. Internal struggle destroying once great countries.
What will be left when we kill  all the kindness that is left?

Who is crying for the misplaced Libyan and Palestinian?
Israel must stop pushing people away from their homeland
and Libya must regain wisdom.

I’m tire of war.
Where is the gentle hands of peace?
Where are the voices of love to stop the madness?

Is this the end my friend?
Are all of our hands soaked deep in  blood?
We don’t see the misery around us?

Was an old myth.
Where Soldiers would not fight anymore.
Where greed and hate lost strength standing alone.

War is a sin.
Killing woman and children for the profit of war.
Make any country involved guilty as the Soldiers or country doing the killing.

Time for people of peace to stand together everywhere.

If you stand for nothing. Don’t raise your voice in disappointment.
What will you do when your child will march off to war because you did
not give a nickle.

War is a sin, my friend.

© 2012 Coyote Poetry