IF I was the king of the forest.A Poem by Coyote Poetry![]() Old memories and old dreams.![]()
If I was the King of the Forest.
American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German women and men in a guesthouse. Celebrating the May festival in Stuttgart in 1978. Drinking the cognac and good beer. One of the German men yelled "A toast and a song." He ordered a round of cognac for the table. He raised his cup and spoke. "To peace and no more war." He begin to sing. " If I was the King of the forest. I would have only friends. I would have no hunger and the people would dance and celebrate being alive. Guns would be forgotten. War would because a myth. If I was the king of the forest. People would not live with fear. All races and religion would be content. Murder and death forgotten. This would be my wish. If I was the king of the forest." He told us. "Toast to peace and utopia. I pray one day will come." I left my celebrating friends. I wrote a poem. If I was the king of the forest. If I was the kind of the forest. Wishes would become true. I close my eyes. Allowing my mind to travel to a summer day when youth was my wealth. King of the forest. When I was unstoppable and all dreams were in reach. If I could. Be able to close my eyes. Again be unafraid. For when I close my eyes. I don't remember the victories. I feel the burden of mistakes only. If I was the King of the forest. Love would be forever. Love would be my only desire. For if I was King of the forest. No-one could stop me from saving the world from the hunger to destroy all things that are beautiful. For If I was the king. I would teach the child to love and to have great dreams. I would erase thousand years of war and hate. For if. I could take away all the blood upon each hands, maybe we could walk unafraid of other. The King, I shall be. Only in set-up dreams. For my world is like a wild beast, running toward death. And I the King. Can watch as drugs and alcohol steal all the hope and dreams of youth. Rich men leading the world to a self-suicide. Bringing death and wounds to the young people learning to live. I. Will stand and watch. For only in dreams shall I find the strength to battle. For the words of the King. Cannot be heard through the scream of the suffering. Coyote 1978/re-write 2013 © 2013 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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