The weeping song

Just words

                             The weeping song.


I wrote years ago. "When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to our doorstep."

“Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.”
― Herbert Hoover

“There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.”
― Howard Zinn

“They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.”
― Ernest Hemingway

                                 The weeping song

Once I was a wild man afraid of nothing. Today I'm a old man who  had found his world filled with men of lies and treason. A world led by berserkers who will leave only blood and pain for the this generation and the next.

Inflamed hate had stole his dreams of a world knowing utopia and peace. Old Poet whispered. Please send food, water and medicine to the areas of our world knowing war and violence. Please don't send soldiers. Soldiers do what they support to do. Fight, kill and die for the old men in Washington D.C.

He looked into the mirror. A sober face looked back. A sober face of a man drowning in dreams dispersed in the lost and found of dreams and hope. He don't know the face looking back. He had become a stranger.

He was once a soldier, he was once a business man and now he rest his hope in his children and his grandchildren. He hold deep regret. His father gave him Vietnam and he left a world filled with terror and hate.

He had weeps for brothers to suicide and drugs, he weeps for good friends lost to war. Today he weeps for strangers killed in the new war of terror and hate.

Who is weeping for the homeless? Who is weeping for the people in the cradle of war? How do we tell our children. All things will be okay.

Today the wild man had gained knowledge. He pay attention to his world and he tried to understand the need to kill innocence people in the name of cause and reason.

“No one won the last war, and no one will win the next war.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt,
“It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it.”
― Robert E. Lee
“War is not the answer, for only love can conquer hate”
― Marvin Gaye
“The greatest thrill is not to kill but to let live.”
― James Oliver Curwood

Old man sit by Lake St. Clair. He prayed to the Gods of life and death. Please bring peace and calm to my world. This is one earth and one people. Every life had value.

                      John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just war

Reviews

[.]

A very poignant piece.......

Very relevant to today's rapidly changing world, this piece is a very emotional cry for sanity to prevail; for an end to the bloodshed and the slaughter of innocents. As you said, there are no winners in war. Just losses.

You have put your heart and thoughts on your sleeve with this write, Coyote. And methinks your experiences, too. We can only hope that whoever gains control in your forthcoming elections has a level head and a strong conscience to do what is right and good and not what has been done in the past. Perhaps it is wishful thinking, but one must always have hope.

A very emotional piece of writing. Heartfelt and enthused with great quotations and wisdom. Fine work!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I pray for better days.

[Diamond]

Oh my God, my heart and mind are so touched with this one. War is bad. I am coming from a country whose neighboring country is considered as the biggest enemy, but I know people at the border security who share true bond of friendship with that of the other country. Prejudice and judgement can wreck havoc in the world. This is simply great message. Thank you for sharing it Coyote.

[Diamond]

I think in the first paragraph it is "Berserkers"

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Thank you for reading and the help.

[Diamond]

You are welcome :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Great quotes here and your words are heartfelt. So emotional..may there be peace in our lifetime. Your compassionate words touched me. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

I pray for peace daily. For the sake of all children. Thank you Lydia for reading my words.

[Sami Khalil]

"He had become a stranger.

He was once a soldier, he was once a business man and now he rest his hope in his children and his grandchildren"

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Thank you for speaking up brother against the old men of power and greed caring not for innocent lives of people or soldiers coming back to their families dying for no good cause. We need cleansing and new visions for the future. Excellent, sir...:)..............................

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Sami. We need change ASAP.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ....:))))

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Yes, dear friend, WAR - has it's purpose to cleanse the soul for generations and renew pride in one's place of birth, that said, the loss, the innocence of it all in the beginning, brings even my jaded eyes to tears, a touching and evocative piece, as always I adore you, well done, great read.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Thomas. I saw my father's face when I left for war. A hard man filled with fear. I hope I'm not the Grandfather taking his Grandson to the airport to be deployed.