Is this the end my friend?A Poem by Coyote PoetryI'm tire of war. I'm tire of naysayers of peace. Is blood and death is what we will leave for the next generation?Is this the end my friend? I saw children being killed in the Middle East . They are killing babies. So many mama's and babies being killed. Where is God? Where are the Prophets of peace? Please lord. Stop the killing of the innocent. Allow the gardens of life and minds to grow without fear. Is this the end my friend? Jesus told us. Hurt a child. You create pain in him. Poor Jesus must be crying a million tears for the one million children dying monthly of starvation. The guns are a-blazing. Great cities are falling. Israel turn the tables. Once was the prey. Now accomplished killer/predator of people in their way. There is no room in paradise for men who authorize killing of people and destroying cities. This is the work of evil. I believe the world turning a blind eye. Leaving small country to countries hiding their true reasons to search and destroy. I go to the quiet forest. I pray. Stop the guns. Stop the bleeding of poor babies, woman and men trying to hold on to their home and cities. The blood increases everyday. The blood bath added more war and killing. Hate is alive and well in our world. Brother's killing brother. Internal struggle destroying once great countries. What will be left when we kill all the kindness that is left? Who is crying for the misplaced Libyan and Palestinian? Israel must stop pushing people away from their homeland and Libya must regain wisdom. I'm tire of war. Where are the gentle hands of peace? Where are the voices of love to stop the madness? Is this the end my friend? Are all of our hands soaked deep in blood? We don't see the misery around us? Was an old myth. Where Soldiers would not fight anymore. Where greed and hate lost strength standing alone. War is a sin. Killing women and children for the profit of war. Make any country involved guilty as the Soldiers or country doing the killing. Time for people of peace to stand together everywhere. If you stand for nothing. Don't raise your voice in disappointment. What will you do when your child will march off to war because you did not give a nickle. War is a sin, my friend. Coyote © 2012 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on November 17, 2012Last Updated on November 18, 2012 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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