It is cut and dried…
It is Cut and dried.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old words still mean the same. 
It is cut and dried…
Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.
Drinking his rum and coke and rolling a Silver Star in his hand.
The Silver Star given for killing many in untrue wars.
He knew the Army appeased him with this token keepsake.
He put the medal on the table.
Drinking down the last sip.
He ordered another rum and coke.
I sat with my father.
He give me a smile of welcome and ordered me a beer.
He was only forty. His anger driven him to kill often in the civilian world.
He pay his due in prison for manslaughter in self-defense.
He told me. It cut and dried son. A old Ojibwa/Mexican had no chance.
I was a residual of a man who only skill was to kill for a government who
consume the poor youth for the profit of war. I have toil for many years.
People looked at me with fear. I was a imperfect beast create by poverty and war.
I had joined the military like my father.
I was a poor kid with no place to go.
I saw the struggle and disappointment in his eyes.
War is fought by the poor people for the rich man gain.
My father smile and told me. No benefit to swim in old thoughts.
Disgrace memories are the curse of a silver man. I need more rum my son.
I was bold and daring once. I volunteered for war. I killed many in the Korean war.
Left brother in unmarked graves forgotten. It is okay son. Cut and dried son, there is no good
ending for a drunk Native American with no place to go.
I sat many night waiting for my father to request to go home.
I learn later. Many men from the Vietnam and Korean war era tried to drink themselves to death.
There are many murals of men who fought and died together.
Men who were serenaded song of war and glory by a heartless government.
I believe many more died at home than the battlefield.
Agent orange and the chaos of war cursed their vision to focus on real life.
My father told me often. Don’t allow anyone to look down at you. Get education and show
the world you are their equal and more. Too many had died for you to accept shit from anyone.
In the end. My father was killed by the booze and the memory of war.
I drink the long Island ice teas and I roll my father’s silver star in my hands.
I pray he found peace in death.
Coyote
It should be, “He paid his due” not “He pay his due” It should be “Get an education” not “get education” You are not from Detroit. You are not well read and you are SUPERFICIAL.
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I am sorry to tell you, I was born in Detroit and thank you for the help. I do appreciate the help.
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Right and the people in the group who are females saw your like and they took a look at your work, to see who was advertising on Steven’s blog. When they read your work they decided en masse you are a sexist creep. You tried to tell them how much you loved and respected women but you didn’t actually show them any. You failed to move them with your feigned sincerity. They tied to see you as an old man who just doesn’t get it, but that’s part of the problem. Old men who don’t get it. You don’t care about what they think or how they feel. You might say you do, but you don’t show it. You were asked not to “like” Steven because we do not want women thinking we think you’re “cool” because you’re not. You have a lot of learning to do in both writing and in respect for others. This is your hard lesson, but it’s yours. We are not the problem due to being impolite or lacking classiness as you told Steven. We object to superficiality and your arrogance. We welcome readers, but we don’t keep followers as we remove them often. You can not rob us of our virtue by pressing down on us. You enhance it. I hope you have removed your likes or that you will finally just shut the fuck up now.
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You are writing. I am not. Quit bothering me. Your use of language. Like a 3rd grader talking to another. Have a great night.
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