Dead ends
By John Coyote
Brothers told no-one they were scared.
Stood on a chair and told the world to f-off.
Baby sister cried and family learn to live without the laughter
of two strong boys.
Young girl told me she is useless.
Better off dead. She had did many bad things.
No forgiveness for woman who wasted everything she touched.
I told her. “Jesus can forgive. You must forgive yourself and become wiser
in choices. Stop and think. Re-set your journey. Can’t change the past. But you
can decide the future”
Old man sat alone.
Thinking of dead memories.
Missing voices gone and not forgotten.
He wondered could he had of changed people journeys?
Could he had of been kinder?
Tears fall from his eyes.
Wars are alive and well.
Old Soldier sat at a grave stone of a good friend.
He drink his friend favorite Miller’s beer.
Told his friend. “Kids are strong and beautiful. You are a grandpa now twice.
The little boy looked like you. I miss you my friend. I wished I could hear your
laughter and I know what you would tell me. It will be alright Johnnie. I know you will
be there for my kids.” I leave four Miller’s beer on a lonely grave and pray my friend is watching his children from heaven.
Someone killed people in Wisconsin.
Just people going to worship.
I saw their faces of the family and friends after the shooting.
Exploding with tears and sadness.
Old world is going mad.
My good friends killed in Iraq in 2004 with my daughter and his two daughters.
Why would anyone kill another in a church of prayer or anywhere for no reason?
We need a billion prayers for love and kindness to be rebirth in our world.
“Too much death lord.
Please protect the children.
Please send wisdom and guidance to our leaders.
Lord of life and death.
Please help us. We are being led by Beserkers who want hate over love.
Want murder over conversation.
They desire blood of another because of religion.”
Today we stand on a dangerous edge.
Israel threatening war.
Middle East can send the world on the final journey.
Weapons and Soldiers cannot bring peace.
Destroying beautiful cities don’t create friendships.
Words of hate lead us to no-where.
We are all flesh and bones.
We know pleasure and pain.
If you stand for nothing.
One day you wished you scream out against war.
One day you will wished you told a love one you loved them.
One day we will be on a dead end road.
Too late for tears and forgiveness.
I pray and hope for logic and common sense. Need a miracle.
Common people everywhere must stop the berserkers of war and violence.
Stand together for peace and kindness.
Send food and medicine. Not weapons and Soldiers.
Tell someone you miss and love them. You need them near.
Coyote
2012
For more see John Coyote: An Old Poet with Dreams of Peace and Stories to Tell
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