What have we done?


What have we done?

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Just words

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What have we done?

I was raised with the Vietnam war alive and well. I joined at 17 years old in 1975.  I wanted to be like my father who fought in two wars.

My father
Dear father drank a bottle a rum for 40 years.
He was trying to erase the Korean and Vietnam war from his memory.
He could not.
I remember him at the midnight hours talking to dead friends left in the Korean dirt.
His war became my war.
I wanted to be like my father.
I found war and I learn too late.
War is shit and no-one can win.

I volunteered for five active war area. Most times I was serving food and water to homeless and desperate people. The medics and the Doctors were the heroes. Sleepless days and nights saving and preserving life. I learn from Africa and Asia. My worst day here in Michigan. Would be a wonderful day for a person with no shelter or food.


Soldier
Just men.
Kids transferred to men by the field of fire.
Young men learning to protect and kill when they should be in college and enjoying their life.
No racism in war.
Soldiers stand tall together. Will fight together and they will protect their brother soldier.
Old soldiers know.
Wars are never won. Just testing ground for rich men in business.
Just men.
Learning the blood song too soon.

I’m old now. Active wars are alive and well.  The wars are quiet now. Soldiers are in 40 dangerous places. Media keep the Government silence. I stood at the bus stop yesterday. Little girl asked me about my Saint Christopher medal. I told her. Saint Christopher is the Soldier protector. She smiled proudly and she told me. “I will buy one for my brother. He is serving in Afghanistan. He would like the medal. I held silence and I prayed. Please god of life and death. Bring this boy home safely.

John Castellenas/Coyote