What will be left?
What will be left?
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
I took my children to the lake.
Signs are posted.
Do not swim.
I will buy a K-mart pool and put in the backyard.
Damn we killed off the Great Lakes.
Cancer is running uncontrollable..
The slow death by pollution and greedy men.
Destroying our forest and woodlands.
Will my children be able to play outside?
Or will pollution eat away at their dreams.
We tell our children to be kind.
Skin color doesn’t matter.
You can do anything.
We tell them to be fair and not fight.
Fighting will not solve problems.
Yes, the children see our morals.
They see the hate and disappointment.
Their eyes see the thousands who are homeless and poor.
Our leaders sending soldiers to kill.
Not trying to have peace talks and solve problems.
We wonder why our children don’t want our leftovers.
We must stop the hate.
And the violence and the useless killing.
Keep the family together.
The healing must begin.
Or the eyes and mind of our children will turn against us.
For leaving nothing.
Coyote
Good message & Good thought
if we brought up good generation, automatically A Good society fall in our lap
with regards
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I agree. Need to teach the children the golden rules again. Respect, politeness and to listen.
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May the skies still blue continue to bless you brother. Thanks for the follow.
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Thank you for stopping by and the comment. I will stop by later.
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Thank you for sharing your thoughts. We need more words like that…..
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We must all have concern for Nature. She is our life blood. Air, water and the soil in needed for us to survive. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Jesus said that all this kind of rotten stuff comes out of the heart of un-regenerate man. The pressured business man comes home from the office; puts on the barbecue and then goes into the house and gets his firearm and shoots all of his next-door neighbours before shooting himself. Like a loaded fuse, I tellya.
The adjustments from yielding to the gentle deposit of the life of Christ inside. The Good Shepherd then arrives (Psalm 23, Ezekiel 34)
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I don’t know. I don’t blame God for the problems of our world. Just greed for oil and land making men use religion and false words to create hate and violence. Time for good people not to accept lies and learn. Love, kindness ad forgiveness is the way. If the meek don’t raise. Old world will fall to sales and profit.
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