Hey brother, hey sister

Hey brother, hey sister

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Just words


Hey brother, hey sister

St. Patrick day is here and  I love this Irish holiday.   I always go out. Not for me. I go out for old friends loss to war.

S. Patrick day.  I remember young men and women. Living, loving. Drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and were soldiers.

Was a time. We were family. Us soldiers, we don’t see color, race or belief.  We will stand together in a fight in peace time or war. Today I do private tears for men lost to the new wars. The old Soldiers stand with us. The old wars have found us. Old hate rebirth and men/women spilling blood for the payment of old hate. Old soldiers and new soldiers pray at the Military graves together. “Please no-more war.”

The old and new Veterans speak of old battles and friends missed.  They remember laughter and smiling faces. St. Patrick day is near. Drink a green beer for the family, drink a green beer for the soldiers and drink a green beer for the wish of peace.

Hey brother, hey sister. Please learn the powerful lesson our foolish leaders know and they don’t care. Soldiers are not tools of peace. Old Soldiers will tell you. “We fought just men like us. Just fighting and dying for men with no concern for the soldiers or human life. ”

Let’s celebrate St. Patrick day together. I will raise my glass of beer to the sky and I will say.

To life,
to my family,
to the soldiers here and gone.
To better days.
To new days where war are forgotten and our friends are with us.

John Castellenas/Coyote