When the drinker praysA Poem by Coyote PoetryPlease listen to the amazing young singer. Jessey Adams.When the drinker prays... Once brave man, once soldiers, once business man and now a grandfather. He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack. Once he believed the world could be saved, once he believed he could be saved. Once pretty Texas girl tried to save him and she held him like a child. Whispered to him. "Damn war, damn hate and where is God? We live in s**t and we learn to live in s**t. All we have is the whiskey, the Texas two-steps and kisses. When the drunk man prays, the ending is near. We need more whiskey and less voices." He raise the first shot glass to the night and he tells the night. I miss you my friends, I miss your laughter. War killed you and I must learn. The good die young. He drinks the whiskey and remember his friends laughter. He raised up the second finger of Gentleman Jack. He tells the night. Killing children everywhere in this world. Who is praying for the dead children? Who is trying to save the children? Where is God? Where are the people of peace? Only the loud voices of hate can be heard. He drinks the second shot of the whiskey and he tells the night. My grandchildren are fourteen. USA fighting everyone. Young people fighting in wars, that cannot be won. I don't want my grandchildren fighting for old hate and greedy men. He raised up the third shot of whiskey and he told the night. Once pretty Texas gal told him. When a drinker prays. It is done. it is finished. God isn't listening to us. Whiskey prayers are just whispers in the storm of life. Become just words dancing into the dangerous sea. He drinks the third shot of Gentleman Jack. He told the night. We need more slow dances, we need more warm kisses and we need quiet. He poured three fingers of the Gentleman Jack into the shot glasses. He told the night. Please god. Save my world from hatred. He remembered. Once a Texas gal told him. When a drinker prays. The drinker is praying to old ghosts and old memories. The world had become s**t. Drink more whiskey and pray for a good death. Dancing Coyote
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10 Reviews Added on January 17, 2024 Last Updated on January 18, 2024 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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