What men are capable of...

I saw bad things in my life. What men have done for their hate.

  What men are capable of.


                 What legacy will we leave?
                 I hope no more then we were
                 the one's who stand by and
                 allow the Wars and disease
                 to deteriorate the dreams
                 of our children.


I stood by a river in Bosnia.
Dead bodies floating in the current.
Killed for sake of religion.
As I pulled the bodies out.
I was sickened by the deeds of men.

I felt so cold.


Were the Angels watching?
Waiting with open arms for the innocent?


Who is crying for them?
 

No-one is speaking out for the people in the way
of the war machine and violence.


Men who speak of tales of fabled bogey men.
The profiteer and big business using lobbyist
to keep war coming.
We need to be identify and put them out of business.


Using young men and woman to fight for oil and land...


Life is simple.
Treat people how you desire to be treated.
Religion should be  personal.


I don't believe the common man and woman would desire war
 before peace talks.


I never met a woman or
man who desire  to die.
Never met a Mother or Father who wanted their child
to die in War.


The profiteer and big business hide behind false words and tales
to create the ability to get richer.


What men are capable of?

The great men of peace are rarely heard today;
Block out by stories of ghosts and demons by leaders with
pocket full of lobbyist money.


Cities and towns are now war grounds.
No safe place for the innocent.
Can we stop the terror and violence?


I have stacked the bodies of the innocent.
Just old men and woman.
I pray to the Spirit of the earth, sky and water .
Take care of these poor people.
Please give them peace with you.


Is the world is past the healing point;
Too late for the sheep being led to slaughter.
Who will cry out then?


Too late for the babies being born to chaos and War;
Their dreams and hope.
Cut-off by the hunger and greed of War?





                        Coyote
                        6 August 2009 


          

Author's Note

A old poem from the past. I was a simple water and gas mission. Me and my Soldiers found death bodies of old men, woman and children floating in a river. We pull them out and stacked the body on the shore of the river.. What men could kill for sake of religion? Old world need to find a better road. I pray.
Coyote

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

it is always those on their clean thrones far removed from sweat and blood and tears who are more than avariciously willing to send their people (victims) into the fray on a thread of profit that streams back to the fat cats in their leather seats counting pennies on each dead man's eyes~

and as a nations throughout history~we've allowed it~ participated in it~ the human species confounds my senses~ I will never understand~

your poem cracks the shell of lies fed to the masses and releases the pain that mankind floods across the globe endlessly~
heartbreak in a lonely pocket~watchers watching~dying everywhere

[Angel's Lady]

Wow...I'm stunned for a moment, in the face of such horrors. What we aren't struck in the face with sometimes escapes us momentarily. Thanks for the grim reminder...I shall be more thankful today for my life, because of your words, and because of men like you.

Salute.

[T. R. Writer]

I love it... now time to make a zillion copies and air drop them from planes around the world, especially in places of conflict like Darfur, and the countries that stand by and ignore/exploit the atrocities that are so well mentioned in your poem.

[Abhinav]

True, very true.. and a lovely poem again:)

[closed account]

wow this was very prfound, a really raw experssion of experience
it's wonderful to hear you still have your humanity after being a
witness to murder. Thank you for sharing this I found this very
brave of you and very eye opening!!! :-)

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

man is capable of horrendous things..... very strong emotions , great write

[Gandré]

there are no angels, nobody waiting and watching. Everything is utterly random and utterly without any meaning. It is - what is is. The love is in our heart - or, it isn't. Everything else is a lie. I love this sentence: "Religion should be personal."
In my books it is like this: We can blame the dualism, this if this - than this - attitude. The linear perspective. We would be happier living in non-linearity. Without reason, without doubt, just taking life how it is. Without striving for power, without classifications and without superiority. Outstanding poem.

[WriderParker]

sad sad reality but one we are cursed to live in. No war is truly done in the name of God only in the name of man.

[Lilly]

Such a powerful poem and it is written wonderfully too. There is so much destruction and death in the world which at times makes it hard to see the beauty which we know is there but loose faith in...

beautiful poem.

[beautiful disaster]

In my line of work I see the poor, the needy, the less fortunate, and then I see the rich, the more well off and in the end we all deserve the same treatment we are all human. Those who think they are better than someone else is mistaken. We are human, we all have the same parts and having to sit and wait for the phone call that my cousin was killed in the line of duty because our president is looking out for "our best interests" we are a democratic country we should have the vote on whether or not our troops are killing those whom we've invaded there country. Human non the less we all make mistakes but those innocent should not pay for our mistakes.

[alan khan]

last stanza was so powerful as was the rest of this piece. amazing write.