There is a name for war and killing. There is a name for giving in. There is another name for war. The name is sin. There is still time to turn things around. Make all hatred cease. Give another name to living. Call it peace. John Denver 1982
Peace
My poor baby. Daddy loved you so. Gun are roaring loud and near.
I have prayed to the Gods for peace. I asked Jesus to protect the child. I pray to the Great spirit of life to bring wisdom to our leaders.
I sat and prayed yesterday with a Muslim man. We cry together for the death of so many. Then we pray together for peace.
I stood in the great valleys and asked for help. I pray to the sea for peace and calm.
Men believe they are safe when war is far away. When war is the purpose of a great land. War is always near.
My baby. War is man's great sin. His hunger to control and show no kindness. It is greed and hate.
Borders may separate countries. But with each death in war. A flame of life is lost.
Could the flame put out by hate and violence. Been the spirit to lead us away from our hatred and greed.
And that is just the thing isn't it love? People at war who actually sit down and talk to the supposed "enemy" often cry about the state of corruption and sadness! This made me tearful...you have an awesome open heart and mind...peace is something that seems farther away each day...but positive thinking can bring it around....non compliance to unjust laws...etc...awesome work love! xx
I do really admire you as a writer and a person of strength and wisdom.
I love the picture you put with this:)). Your face looks hard, lips
stern...seen too much suffering and death maybe....
So much truth to this poem. War has always been around and we rebuild from it time and time again. But this time.........I think we are beyond rebuilding without some spiritual help.
I believe killing innocent people is a sin not the war. Of course, a war is never good under any circumstances but the idea that soldiers are abusing that liberty is well known. I can clearly say that this is a compelling poem and it moves the reader. Peace is the greater medicine but that goal is yet attained by anyone who truly wants it.
When I read your poetry of war, I feel the inner child of us all, the one that screams out, "WHY" "WHY the killing, why the hatred." You pen well the truth and emotions of what war does to us. Thank you for writing and sharing these remarkable works of art. I Love reading them, it humbles me, as I am safe, and so many have not been that fortune. So many loose their lives over hatred. Thanks again. I love your writing.
A 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.
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