Short poetry about war..
Short poetry about war.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
I’m tire of war and violence.
1- What is left?
The dead will not rise.
War steal the best from us.
Who remember the people in the mass graves?
2- Children cry, Soldier die..
Old friend you were killed in Iraq.
So far from the safety of your home.
I cried with your children and parent.
You are not forgotten.
A father’s love is never forgotten.
3- White crosses..
How many fields of white crosses are needed.
Soldiers will die and great cities will fall.
War leave no victors.
Only homeless and desperate people paying for the cost of war.
Coyote
A beautiful tribute remembering those who have fallen. War is such an awful thing
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I agree dear Maria. Thank you for reading and the kind words.
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I’m sorry.
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Sometime old voices return. We must remember them. Thank you dear Sassy for reading and the comment.
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Vivid and truthful piece my friend. Sending hugs and love. 🌹❤️
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Hello dear Joni. I hope you and the family are doing well. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Hello my kind friend. We are almost completely settled in Virginia and our new house with lots of trees. It has been a long haul and it is almost done. I should be getting into my routine soon which will include reading your work again. Lovely writing. I hope you are well too my friend and that the young ones are well too. Sending you hugs and love ❤️
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“We leave no victors” – brilliant line!
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I was in four war zones. The poor people paid the price for the cost of war. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.
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The poor people pay with their lives. You are very welcome, dear John.
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