Whiskey dreams are still the same

Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children.

                  

                        

                             Whiskey dreams are still the same.

                     ( 7 Nov. 1979. Time don't change too much )

 
Drinking whiskey with the German Soldiers in Stuttgard.
 
We sing if " I were the king of the forest.

I would allow the world to be free.

We would dance and sing.

Till the light of the morning."

After the song.

Silence overtake us.

We order more whiskey and tell stories of woman and adventure.

Iran today is holding our people hostage today.

The USA is broke with no place to seek help.

Poor Jimmy Carter had a big mess to fix. 
I write some words.
 
'My world is crying like a forgotten child.
Crying for all the sadness surrounding each soul in this world.
Where all humans could learn to cherish life, love and kindness.
But these are the goals faded away with the memory of WW2.
Now our world seem to live for fear, threat of war and violence.
Powerful countries afraid to stop and talk peace.
A day is coming when fear and hate will blind us.
There will be no tears for the innocent in front of the War machine.
One day. Too late."
 
We will realize.
We are marching toward to a destine death.
 
My German friend give me a whiskey.
Yelled, "We are the Kings of the Forest.
Drink to peace and love.

Drink to stopping murder and violence.

Please lord. Never again."
 
I drink my whiskey and look around the Guesthaus.

I'm thankful for good friends and some hope.

I don't  know.

"Maybe one day man will learn a lesson.

We are just flesh and bone.

Need food and love to survive.

Not guns and hate."

 
Do a silence prayer for the innocent.
 
                         Coyote
        (Written in a bar in Germany 30 years ago. )               
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Author's Note

A old poem when I was young and hopeful. Today I'm wiser and kinder. I still pray for peace. So my grandchildren and all children may have a fair chance at a good life.

Reviews

[Melissa]

This poem raises a good question...when will the world realize to stop being at war with eachother? When the time comes when we have to work together to survive....I guess it will be the survival of the fittest. I realy enjoyed this poem...I felt like I was sitting right their drinking whiskey with you

[TamiViolet]

Your writing seems to have been your salvation during those times of war along with the stories and adventures you shared with your buddies. Sing, dance, drink whiskey to escape the horror.... Then, follow that with a shot of prayer, yes? I admire you, Coyoyte, and the brave lessons that your writing teaches us... Hopefully, our children will have a better life.

[Knoxxeh]

I love this poem espically the time period that it was written in though hope i feel can always be found in even the worst moments

[☯]

Such true and and saddening thoughts. It is very true and heartbreaking to see innocent people out there everyday dying and finding no refuge anywhere. And, what you have wrote is a strong, but also sensitive subject. I think everyone needs to understand that we do need food and love to survive, and not guns and hate-as you said. You've penned another masterpiece. Excellent, magnificent job :)

[∂αʌ<..]

you are an old soul...as old as whiskey...
this poem is like a time machine--transported me into your universe!

[Aidz]

And so I bow my head...

Insightful write my friend

[Fontane Wong]

Incredible expression! Very heartfelt, the words are powerful to me. I'll raise a glass to peace. Awesome read.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Ah eh innocence of youth, how we long to be that care free again, well written, great read.

[Helpless]

a mind blowing story line and incredible expression!

[FaithfullyJennyBear]

Powerful words my friend, very heartfelt and the picture is pretty awesome too :)