Peace

Written in 1980. Hope for peace had chance then. What happen to the dream?

                           
















                                   Peace

      (A old poem written when age was my advantage.)
I went to the forest.
I prayed to the sun, the old willow trees.
I sat in the mist of the wild flowers.
I asked the Great Spirit to listen.

I dreamed an old dream.

Peace, will come one day.

One day in my life,
I will awake and all children will be safe from violence and hate.

A world of no hate, no violence and all women and children will have
shelter and food.

A utopia of love and peace.
Where education and well being is the concern of a parent.
Not if their son or daughter will fight and died in wars?

Peace I want to see.
Deep in my mind and heart.
I pray for a world where all people have opportunity and hope.

One day where men and women can give thanks for a new day.
Where religion is to prosper the soul and spirit.
Not teach death and murder.

Someday I will wake up in a peaceful place.
One day I hope and pray.

Man anger and hate can fade away to myth and old story.

I pray today for my children and all children.
Men lose their madness to kill all that is beautiful.

Time is very short. Our children will pay for our hate and mistakes.

                             Coyote
                             1980

Author's Note

Written in 1980. Funny the world had not changed much. Like my father I did nothing.

Reviews

[Broken.buddy]

At least in my generation, the world will become better.
Religion will be used to heal people and not preach killing in letter.

People will value character and not worship looks
Beauty will be seen as a thing to be at heart and not what make-up undertook

Schools will teach poetry, schools will teach hope
History will not be repeated, Stories will change
We all had an altar, which we still can blaze

All I see around me is now, children pressurised to achieve
Girls and boys crying in front of the mirrors
with 'In am not perfect' thought, always on the weave
Digging nails into their skin

Roads in London, Mumbai: with people crying alone
Lot of pain hidden, being judged all along

I wish I could wake up too
At least, one day before I die
When everyone is happy
and I need not write any more cry

Same thoughts as you, my friend
Time has been changing
love is waning
People.

We write and write
words have power
if words in the book can preach
These words of yours teach
Morals, love & hope

I hope the elders were right
Each word has a spirit
let the kindness abide
and make the world alright

[Coyote Poetry]

"let the kindness abide
and make the world alright"
I agree. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Broken.buddy]

I love your poetry. I am 27 years old now. I joined this site when I was 23 and learnt a lot of life lessons from your poetry. Thank you for being here and there is no need for you to thank me. I find it proud that I get to read your work

[jennifer little]

good job nice work thanks for sharing this lovely pice with me

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

So true Coyote........I want to see this peace also.

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

I like this. Sad. I do believe we've evolved much since then 1980, just the revolution in the evolution exposes some new evil. Round and round and round and the hate winds up elsewhere. I often wonder if there is a finite amount of love and hate in the universe, and it just seeks it's level as things change... like mercury.

[Star Wolf]

Yes, it would be wonderful to live in a world of peace. This is a truly awesome write.

[Jed Sabffle]

too ideal and truthful.
I love this because all of us want peace.
I really like the simplicity of the poem.
great piece. :)

[Kuhr Gred]

wow! i can't say anything.. this is really great.. you're really a writer! Excellent :)

[light and ashes]

Beautiful poem, I dream of the the same utopia everyday :) It is possible, but a extremely difficult thing for this world to accomplish, because hate and inequality run rampant.

[MandaBear]

A beautiful poem

[Me]

Very nice, enjoyed this one

[MOON]

Peace and justice very little in this world, very little has changed . Yet we all wish for peace . Honest and beautiful write .