Is this the end my friend?

( Johnnie in 1992. Border of Iraq.)

Is this the end my friend?

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

 I’m tire of war. I’m tire of naysayers of peace. Is blood and death is what we will leave for the next generation? 

Is this the end my friend? (Very old poem with added thoughts.)

I saw children being killed in the Middle East .
They are killing babies.
So many mama’s and babies being killed.
Where is God?
Where are the Prophets of peace?

Please lord.
Stop the killing of the innocent.
Allow the gardens of life and minds to grow without fear.

Is this the end my friend?
Jesus told us. Hurt a child. You create pain in him.
Poor Jesus must be crying a million tears for the one million children
dying monthly of starvation. War killing thousand weekly.

The guns are a-blazing.
Great cities are falling.
Israel turn the tables.
Once was the prey. Now accomplished killer/predator of people in their way.

Hamas attacked a sleeping lion and the poor people of Palestine will pay for their hate.

Blood demand more blood. Who is wrong? When both sides are wrong.

There is no room in paradise for men who authorize killing of people and destroying cities.
This is the work of evil. But blood demand blood. The old way and our way. Today.

I believe the world turning a blind eye.
Leaving small country to countries hiding their true reasons to search and destroy.

I go to the quiet forest.
I pray.
Stop the guns.
Stop the bleeding of poor babies, woman and men trying to hold on to their home and cities.
The blood increases everyday.
The blood bath added more war and killing.
Hate is alive and well in our world.

Brother’s killing brother. Internal struggle destroying once great countries.
What will be left when we kill  all the kindness that is left?

Who is crying for the misplaced Palestinian? What do you tell a father, his children murdered at a peace concert.

Israel and Palestine. Russia and Ukraine. USA against many now. We are dancing on a dangerous edge.

I’m tire of war.
Where are the gentle hands of peace?
Where are the voices of love to stop the madness?

Is this the end my friend?
Are all of our hands soaked deep in  blood?
We don’t see the misery around us?

Was an old myth.
Where Soldiers would not fight anymore.
Where greed and hate lost strength. War ended.

War is a sin.
Killing women and children for the profit of war.
Make any country involved guilty as the Soldiers or country doing the killing.

Time for people of peace to stand together everywhere.

If you stand for nothing. Don’t raise your voice in disappointment.
What will you do when your child will march off to war because you did
not give a nickle.

War is a sin, my friend.
                             Coyote