We don't want to fight no-more

September poetry number twelve.

We don’t want to fight no-more.

Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a Government who would forget him after the battles ended.

Once a soldier, now he seek peace in the shadows of loud old men in Washington who believe we need more guns and separation.

Today the man preaches for the song of peace. He told the young people. I put thousands in body-bags. Their face, were just like my face. Just men dying for the greedy men in this world who love hate and separation.

He told the children. No religion in war. Just men fighting till they can’t no-more. No-one will win and the young shall pay for the pretend wall of separation.

No mama or papa want their son or daughters to die for the cause of religion, oil and land. I ain’t marching for war no-more.

I am seeking the men and women of peace. I am so tire of war and I do not want my grandchildren to fight and learn.

No-one win in war and the profit of war are the rich contractors create by the death machine.

Today world. Dancing on madness and can we stop the madness.

I pray we learn. Every child in my world. Need a safe place to live, food to eat and opportunity to do great things. But the men of war screams cover-up the words of hope and peace.

Will the last man standing ask. Who won the wars? No-one.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

The passion and the way you wrote this feels brilliant, smart and full of wisdom. Each word feels so carefully picked to fit the poem and I can just really feel the passion in this piece. Thought-provoking and dark. It’s such an awful thing that some people hardly even realize how bad war can be because we’re so used to it. Thank you for sharing this piece! Brilliantly written.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend. I am very tire of war my friend.

[Kerra]

Over half of my family was in the military, especially the men, I wanted to get in the Air Force but they wouldn't take me, cause of my eyes and I had a broken foot. Military needs more respect than what they are given.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was a soldier and we follow direction. Now the new war like Vietnam. Many good men and women lost. I have friends who died in the new wars. What do we tell their children? The wars were meaningless and we left many to be killed for believing the USA could save them. I don't know dear Kerra. We need a military to keep the enemy at bay. USA must learn. Can't save a world that don't want to be saved.

[Betty Hermelee]

No one wins a war... it's a losing battle... no one will remember your valor, your efforts... the government spends too much money on war and .. and who is really paying for it?? Us! And what does it do? It divides the country. No one wants to die for oil or religion, but wars keep happening all over the world.
Nice work John.
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Betty and I agree my dear friend. Wars keep being birth and the children pay the price for our silence.

[Betty Hermelee]

Yes my dear friend… war is horrific…and who really wins? Best B

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you CP for these honest and much needed words. I have several family members who have served and not one has ever said their time in the military was worth it. As a matter of fact many dissuade their children to ever enlist because they have seen much of what you describe in this poem and are sick and tired of it. Thank you my friend for sharing your art with us.

[Coyote Poetry]

None of my children joined the military. I am telling my grandchildren. Education first. Please don't fight for a government who don't respect the soldier. Thank you Carlos for reading and the comment.