‘Whiskey dreams are still the same’
Whiskey dreams are still the same
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children.
Whiskey dreams are still the same.
( 7 Nov. 1979. Time doesn’t change too much )
Drinking whiskey with the German Soldiers in Stuttgard.
We sing “If I were the king of the forest.
I would allow the world to be free of war and hate.
We would dance and sing,
Till the light of the morning.”
After the song.
Silence overtake us.
We order more whiskey and tell stories of woman and adventure.
USA bombs and bullets are killing on every continent.
The USA is struggling with no place to seek help.
Trump had create a big mess to be fix by someone else.
I wrote some words.
‘My world is crying like a forgotten child.
Crying for all the sadness surrounding each soul in this world.
Where all humans could learn to cherish life, love and kindness.
But these are the goals faded away with the memory of WW2.
Now our world seem to live for fear, threat of war and violence.
Powerful countries afraid to stop and talk peace.
A day is coming when fear and hate will blind us.
There will be no tears for the innocent in front of the War machine.
One day. Too late.”
We will realize.
We are marching toward to a destined death.
My German friend gave me a whiskey.
Yelled, “We are the Kings of the Forest.
Drink to peace and love.
Drink to stopping murder and violence.
Please lord. Never again.”
I drink my whiskey and look around the Guesthaus.
I’m thankful for good friends and some hope.
I don’t know.
“Maybe one day man will learn a lesson.
We are just flesh and bone.
Need food and love to survive.
Not guns and hate.”
Do a silence prayer for the innocent.
(Written in a bar in Germany 30 years ago. With a re-write)