Poetry for peace-The weeping song
The weeping song
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
The weeping song.
I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to our doorstep.”
“Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.”
― Herbert Hoover
“There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.”
― Howard Zinn
“They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.”
― Ernest Hemingway
The weeping song
Once I was a wild man afraid of nothing. Today I’m a old man who had found his world filled with men of lies and treason. A world led by berserkers who will leave only blood and pain for the this generation and the next.
Inflamed hate had stole his dreams of a world knowing utopia and peace. Old Poet whispered. Please send food, water and medicine to the areas of our world knowing war and violence. Please don’t send soldiers. Soldiers do what they support to do. Fight, kill and die for the old men in Washington D.C.
He looked into the mirror. A sober face looked back. A sober face of a man drowning in dreams dispersed in the lost and found of dreams and hope. He don’t know the face looking back. He had become a stranger.
He was once a soldier, he was once a business man and now he rest his hope in his children and his grandchildren. He hold deep regret. His father gave him Vietnam and he left a world filled with terror and hate.
He had weeps for brothers to suicide and drugs, he weeps for good friends lost to war. Today he weeps for strangers killed in the new war of terror and hate.
Who is weeping for the homeless? Who is weeping for the people in the cradle of war? How do we tell our children. All things will be okay.
Today the wild man had gained knowledge. He pay attention to his world and he tried to understand the need to kill innocence people in the name of cause and reason.
“No one won the last war, and no one will win the next war.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt,
“It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it.”
― Robert E. Lee
“War is not the answer, for only love can conquer hate”
― Marvin Gaye
“The greatest thrill is not to kill but to let live.”
― James Oliver Curwood
Old man sit by Lake St. Clair. He prayed to the Gods of life and death. Please bring peace and calm to my world. This is one earth and one people. Every life had value.