The world must heal. Not kill. “Am I dead or alive?
Am I dead or alive?
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A old poem found. Written 1987.
Describe emotion.
Describe love.
Describe pain.
For every beautiful moment.
Must there be pain also?
For every gift of tenderness and love.
Must we repay it by hate and abuse?
Today my life is even.
All things in balance.
I know the sun will shine again.
The stars will appear in the evening sky.
What is life?
Are we here for any purpose?
Each life does it have any meaning?
Are we just cattle waiting to be slaughtered?
I wonder if being kind, honest is it worthwhile?
Sometime I feel the world is for the strong.
I hope the men and woman of peace are still somewhere.
I rarely hear their voices talking of peace and great dreams.
Where are the storytellers? Where are the lovers of peace gone?
The great people who fight for the weak and the poor?
Anger and pain have overtook my life.
Better to be strong and heartless then kind and foolish.
Am I afraid of tomorrow?
Will I have the energy to walk and survive in this world?
Will I smile?
Will I become the great liar?
Will I show emotion or fake tears to hide the coldness?
Today I like loneliness.
I walk the line of no decision.
Will I join the game?
Become tunnel vision for power and wealth?
Tomorrow the cries of the sick and the hungry may come to my ears.
Will I listen?
Will I become another monster.
Become a leader of control.
Show little emotion and allow the weak to fall to the roadside.
One day you may see me.
Standing above the poor and foolish.
You may think you see a tear.
No tears in this heartless body.
For even the dreamer can give up.
When the world become to scary to fight back.
Becomes a robot of death.
Please children don’t walk with me.
I’m the killer.
The supporter of the rich man.
The supporter of war for profit.
When you see me.
Don’t say anything.
Your disappointment give me strength and power.
When I raise my hand to fight.
Walk away and pray for me.
Pray in hell I will find my peace.
Let me soak in the fear of you.
Knowing you have happiness and great dreams.
There is love in your life.
But my heart and mind will block the desire of love and peace.
No profit in peace.
I will be alone in death.
But for the children.
I hope.
I hope we learn to teach the children to love.
Color of skin doesn’t matter.
To cry out for the poor is not a weakness.
Love is the greatest high.
Pain is the test of be alive.
Violence and war is the way to create wealth and expand hate.
The funniest part of living is how to control our emotion.
We love so few in a life.
We have the ability to love so many more.
We should love the earth, the children and the people.
Pain is the emotion we feel most.
We need to be like children.
Eyes of no fear.
Only the desire to learn and friendship.
The children see the world.
They feel the hate, fear and violence.
How can we teach love?
Our children become us in the future.
We need to teach them well.
Teach them all men and woman are equal.
Teach them to be kind and love/forgive.
Show them the good road.
A fool’s wait for answers.
Time for the dreamers and lovers of peace to fight also.
War is not peace.
War is the killing of human kindness.
Thank you
Coyote
22 May 1987
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Thank you for re-blog. I do appreciate.
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Wow! This poem says so much! And I identify with a great deal of its content.
I think believing things cannot get better, no matter how hard we try, is one of the most dangerous mindsets of humanity. I discourage that mindset in both myself and others.
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I believe will take a bad situation to teach man. I hope it won’t take a nuclear weapon to teach us. War is foolish and life is precious.Dreamers of peace can’t give up. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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There’s not much I can say here that hasn’t already been said quite eloquently by the other commenters, but this piece really did have an impact on me. All my life I have wondered why the world is the way it is, why there is so much anger, violence, hatred, and strife, and I have tried my best to contribute to the other side of that coin. To bring beauty, peace, love, back to humanity in any small way that I can. I think the reason this poem hit me so hard is the acknowledgement that there are many other’s who seek the same things I do, and that humanity can never be completely doomed so long as we’re here, putting our love back into the world. Wonderfully written, powerful, and much needed. Thank you for this.
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I love coming across an old piece of written work I did in a different season of my life. Sometimes, after I re-read it I say to myself, “Damn, this is pretty good”, lol. You must have had a similar reaction after re-reading this piece. Mankind has been trapped in a cycle of love, war, hate and destruction since the dawn of time because no matter how many people want peace and tranquility ( and I think we outnumber those who do not) there is always someone some where who wants it all. They deliberately and strategically place a “rotten apple” here and there to influence hate and war mongering. We who love peace need to shout louder than them by our loving actions towards others. Even in the midst of war, which hell takes residence within, kindness and the desire to be compassionate amongst the carnage tells you the true scope of your heart’s desire. Peace is highly desired by those who know the true cost of war. There is no monetary value high enough to pay for a single life lost to the pursuit of gain through warfare. Great work. Powerful work. Thank you. Blessings upon you.
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Thank you for your kind words. We must stand for hope and peace for the sake of the children. We had enough death and war.
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You brought tears to my eyes with the honesty of your poem. Since you wrote this poem 1987, humankind is now trapped in a pit where “hate, fear and violence” reign. In the name of continued profits, the warmongers continue to dominate. You express this well in the line: “Violence and war is the way to create wealth and expand hate.”
Goodness is not dead. It sheds light in the darkness. It kindles love and peace.
Thanks.
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We must stand for hope and peace. For the sake of the children. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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