No Time to Cry

over war

No Time to Cry

 

I was looking down the devils throat as he looked up at me.

He said, boy look to the east and tell me what you see.

For three wise men, come with tales of war.

But today they came with something, I've never seen before.

 

I wandered in a battle field, soon someone said.

As the rain came down, move a head.

A puddle of mud was my bed,

As I laid there and thought of what was said.

 

I cross a river that was blood red,

A short word with a friend, now lays dead.

No time to cry, for tears I've bled.

The three wise men the truth they said.

 

I try to run, no place to hide.

I've search for truth in those who lie.

If it wasn't for my pride I’d stop and cry

For I know one day I shall surely die.

 

As I walked on the trail that lead nowhere.

I stop to look up towards the sky

To finally realize to my surprise

The answer I seek was deep inside.

 

 

But the sounds of war started to ring

As a cold wind swept over me.

While the angels began to sing

It took one bullet to set me free,

And this is a farewell story of destiny.

 

By Mauricio Montoya

Author's Note

I wrote this for a friend who had survived the Vietnam war only to get shot in this country over a trivial dispute.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

To re.open this tragic but powerful poem shows, to me, how deeply the original happening touched you. Somethings one never, never will or can forget. And also, as time passes, other events can be equated with the original.. have the same cruel result, the same ironic result. Your writing has always had so much depth and even in time, means and touches as much as did. Truth is a tragedy, more often or not.

'But the sounds of war started to ring ~ As a cold wind swept over me. ~ While the angels began to sing + It took one bullet to set me free, ~ And this is a farewell story of destiny. '

[Mauricio Montoya]

thank you Emma you even what he may have did he was still a young man to die at such a young age, oh emma he may have of drinking but to be shot by some coward and risks his life for others to be free. thats honor and thats what i wanted to write, thank you.

[emmajoy]

I hope my words were appropriate, Mauricio. Did I misunderstand?

[Mauricio Montoya]

oh no emma i wrote some 40 years ago im just surprise I'm getting reviews, but now you know with our troops well England too its our pain. im old and young has no respect even if our gov is wrong there still our bother and sisters dying ur a good writer and always touch my heart thanks even taking the time.

[emmajoy]

There's so much trouble: sickness, politics, fighting and all in what should be a beautiful world. Take care, keep safe. Please.

[Mauricio Montoya]

well im at home a friend from England said ur getting sun well south part anyway, were accepting a storm may last 3 days ur right so much going on, i was thinking of one poem i wrote "Esperanza" "even the world must shed a tear for sun to shine once again" I'm doing the rounds reading love this site we share a common ground thanks for that.

[emmajoy]

There is deep snow in the North, especially in Scotland, flooding in various parts of England.. have seen gleams of sunshine for the occasional minute or few.. but.. Winter is certainly showing its face in the UK! Your excerpt from Esperanza is oh so true.. Enjoy your time in the cafe, although there are strange things going on right now in here.. it still has the best poets and friends in here! Common ground, indeed. :) Keep safe, please.

[JanieB]

Really great write.

[Ice QueenJen]

this was a awesome poem and tribute for your friend. Strange how they survived the war, only to come home and be killed over something trivial. A soldier was killed here the same way, he had bought a new truck after surviving three terms in Iraq only to come home and be killed by his fellow American. And your poem only shows that this is only the beginning of senseless deaths south of the border!

[Mauricio Montoya]

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts.

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a sad poem with descriptions that make you feel as if you are laying on the battlefield. this poem tells a dark tale. It is so sad that you make it threw war and the return home only to get shot here where it is suppose to be safe. You have captured your emotions so clearly and cleverly that your readers feel as if you are taking this journey with the narrator in the story.

[roarke]

A sad circumstance Mauricio. You wrote powerfully. I feel a surging of strength in your writing lately. All the concepts and themes you've express here are elegantly defined and presented. You have acted as a conduit of spirit and essence here, take pride in this piece.

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a very intricately woven so called thought chef =)

sighhhhh

[HopelesslyDevoted]

war is such a terrible thing.... i'm sorry that you lost your friend. i am sure he would have been honored that you wrote about him.
wonderful writing!

[Radad Ibn Nasir]

I enjoy this piece, or shall i say peace? It definitely took me on a journey into a different time.

[Tate Morgan]

I cross a river that was blood red,

A short word with a friend, now lays dead.

No time to cry, for tears I've bleed.

The three wise men the truth they said.

this is gold love the sound of it .

As the rain come down, move a head.

is this a typo like come is is that word supposed to be came ?

[Ashley.M.E]

this is really good, like a war that no one care escape from... in the end everyone well surly die, but you didn't say it in that way. I love the was you put it.
a very good poem

[Elizabeth]

Some of the grammar/spelling is funky in this piece, but I'm sort of tired and don't want to give you a list of each individual issue. XD I just recommend looking it over again for errors.

Anyways, another great piece of writing. You really capture the different sides of war and it's affect on the individual and on the world as a whole. My favorite lines:

"If it wasn't for my pride I’d stop and cry
For I know one day I shall surely die."
A confession from the heart.