Peace…

Peace

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

 Written in 1980. Hope for peace had chance then. What happen to the dream of peace? 

 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 and
I asked the Great Spirit to listen to me.

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 sons or daughter will fight and die in wars?

Peace I want to know.
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, create war and separation.

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