If I was the King of the forest.
IF I was the king of the forest.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Old memories and old dreams.
Celebrating the May festival in Stuttgart in 1978.Drinking the cognac and good beer.
One of the German men yelled “A toast and a song.”
He ordered a round of cognac for the table.He raised his cup and spoke. “To peace and no more war.”
He began to sing. ” If I was the King of the forest. I would have only friends. I would have no hunger and the people would dance and celebrate being alive.
Guns would be forgotten. War would because a myth.
If I was the king of the forest. People would not live with fear. All races and religion would be content.
Murder and death forgotten. This would be my wish. If I was the king of the forest.”
He told us. “Toast to peace and utopia. I pray one day will come.”
I left my celebrating friends. I wrote a poem.
If I was the king of the forest.
If I was the kind of the forest. Wishes would become true.
I close my eyes.
Allowing my mind to travel to a summer day when youth was my wealth.
King of the forest.
When I was unstoppable and all dreams were in reach.
If I could.
Be able to close my eyes. Again be unafraid.
For when I close my eyes.
I don’t remember the victories.
I feel the burden of mistakes only.
If I was the King of the forest.
Love would be forever.
Love would be my only want.
For if I was King of the forest.
No-one could stop me from saving the world from the hunger
to destroy all things that are beautiful.
For If I was the king.
I would teach the child to love and to have great dreams.
I would erase thousand years of war and hate.
For if.
I could take away all the blood upon each hands,
maybe we could walk unafraid of other.
The King, I shall be.
Only in set-up dreams.
For my world is like a wild beast,
running toward death.
And I the King.
Can watch as drugs and alcohol steal all the hope and dreams of youth.
Rich men leading the world to a self-suicide.
Bringing death and wounds to the young people learning to live.
I.
Will stand and watch.
For only in dreams shall I find the strength to battle.
For the words of the King.
Cannot be heard through the scream of the suffering.
Coyote
1978/re-write 2013
We can all be kings dreaming of a better world, and as more of us dream this, it becomes the reality and the truth.
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I agree. World must decide different directions.. I hope and pray for better days.
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A old poem. Old dreams and wishes. Thank you for stopping by.
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Reblogged this on Kith and Kin : The Sisters Grinn.
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Very good work, much wisdom within your poetry, it’s a thrill to read it.
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Thank you WB for the comment. I appreciate the comment.
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You’re very welcome
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very apt for me today as I read about the Tuareg people. How can you hate someone because of one slight difference from you?
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Reblogged this on Veir aryana and commented:
cool post!
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Breathtakingly vivid Pic.
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Germany is a beautiful country. Great people also. Thank you for the comment.
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Poetry at it’s finest, prose for peace and life. Thanks for sharing your life with us, be well.
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Need a few billion people to come to a agreement. War is no good. Thank you for the comment.
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“I would teach the child to love”….and there lies the answer. If love prevailed then hatred, racism and wars would end. But then I’m just a dreamer. Nicely done John 🙂
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A very old poem. I wrote this 36 years ago. Funny how the world seem to stay the same. Thank you for the comment.
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