For John Denver. A missed man of hope and peace.


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Peace

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Please listen to the video. His words mean more today then 29 years years ago.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpO0lsTQSs0

Peace

There is a name for war and killing.
There is a name for giving in.
There is another name for war.
The name is sin.
There is still time to turn things around.
Make all hatred cease.
Give another name to living.
Call it peace.
John Denver
1982

Peace

My poor baby.
Daddy loved you so.
Gun are roaring loud and near.

I have prayed to the Gods for peace.
I asked Jesus to protect the child.
I  pray to the Great spirit of life to bring wisdom to our leaders.

I sat and prayed yesterday with a Muslim man.
We cry together for the death of so many.
Then we pray together for peace.

I stood in the great valleys and asked for help.
I pray to the sea for peace and calm.

Men believe they are safe when war is far away.
When war is the purpose of a great land.
War is always near.

My baby.
War is man’s great sin.
His hunger to control and show no kindness.
It is greed and hate.

Borders may separate countries.
But with each death in war.
A flame of life is lost.

Could the flame put out by hate and violence.
Been the spirit to lead us away from our hatred and greed.

Coyote
2011