I’m tire of war, hate and separation. “Blind fury.”
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
I’m tire of war. How many more will die for the greed of war? Who will learn new tears that won’t ever end?
Is war alive I asked?
Somewhere written in time. It was said.
“You want war, it is available.”
I saw the World War two graveyards where 20,000 men are resting near Paris. They died believing this would be the last war. I saw woman and children falling on a fresh grave learning their father was gone. I prayed in Military churches. Names of Soldiers who never made it home on all four walls. There is no letters written from the dead. War take the great cities, human life and leave a lifetime of sadness for the family.
My country, the land of milk and honey led by Berserkers. Lobbyist living off young men and women blood. USA had 300 bases throughout the world and spend 1.2 trillion dollars on war. We should be marching in the streets against the wars where our soldiers are just doing police actions for people who do not want us.
No-more war please. Send food, water and medicine. Not weapons and soldiers. I believe war is blind fury. Liars and profiteers create hate and separation. Rich contractors don’t care about your son and daughter. A Nation based on blood. What are we?
I saw 40 plus countries and I was lucky. President Bill Clinton send me on four food, water and medicine missions to Africa and Bosnian. We open closed doors in Africa. A friendly hand reaching out in friendship and assisting people in need. Can take away a thousand years of hate and separation.
I learn. We are the same. We want shelter, a safe place to live for our children and opportunity for work and schooling. People in Asia don’t awake wanting to kill us. People in Europe and Africa don’t begin the new day wanting to send their children to war. I learn all of us want to grow old, have grandchildren at our feet and know laughter.
And we left a better world for them than we had? War is man’s sin. I’m tire of war.