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

[Priya]

I love you for this poem. Why have we all abandoned hope? Peace CAN prevail if we but try! This is truly beautiful.

[Randolf Ramos]

Coyote, everyone of us has this longing to find the true spirit and essence of a peaceful life. To find the true peace within, we may call for our solitude to guide us and bring the sign to comprehend the deepest hidden peaceful within us. And not just for us hope for our love one to find their peace too, we are unselfish for such longing, because true peace comes to us when peace comes with others too.

[Ash]

I love this poem its beautiful

[Tina Kline]

A wonderful poem and it is a worthy dream to have. If only we people around the world could aspire to this instead of greed greed greed which brings nothing but death and violence.

[Mark]

You have done more than nothing my friend. Your poem is a prayer and in sharing it, we pray with you! Fabulous job.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

great message in this great poem

[Wolf's Dark Song]

A very wonderful dream many have but doesn't happen. And time hasn't changed much and even though I dream it will I doubts peace will ever happen. There is too much power and money involved in wars. A splendid poem.

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

In a perfect world, I would love for this to be true. Inspiring write, Coyote.

[khalid]

man, you will find every person in this world seeking peace individually but still no one day passes without thousands of innocent people are killed, my question is, who makes hatred to revail the world then?? you said not so much changed since 1980, you are wrong man! look around you, hatred wars crimes have all increased many times than the date you mentioned. show me where in our world peace is revailing these days?maybe peace is only in our dreams...very nice poem, hope piloticians read it! thank you for sharing

[Cree Nations]

True that the world hasn't changed much...for it was written that there will be war after war.
Thank you for the poem it was a good read.
"I dreamed an old dream" appeared to come from your soul.
"Our children will pay for our hate and mistakes" was prophetic in nature, as it was also written that the child shall be father of the man.