Sins of our father..

Daddy swims in sin, my poor father. Could not win.

I see my father face in the mirror now and I have learned his disappointment.

I told my children, I told my grandchildren.

The sin of your father isn’t your sin to copy.

I was a soldier, my father was a soldier and my

grandfather was a soldier and we found war and drink. I tell my grandchildren.

Seek beautiful places, know love and pray.

War doesn’t touch your soul.

War teaches you nothing and no-one win in war.

I have became old and my face is filled with sad memories.

I write and I scream for peace. Today the dove of peace

is frighten.

I don’t want my children to pay for my sins.

I want them to die with me and my family, all

people. To know one day of peace.

Johnnie