For Heather Heyer-Some words and some songs.
Some words and some song. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I have seem the battle for equality. I was a sixties child. War were ending and racism was dying. I… Continue reading
Category Archive: activism and peace work
For Heather Heyer-The world is crying
For Heather Heyer The world is crying A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found this poem in a old book. It is 36 years old. I added some new lines today for Heather… Continue reading
PRAY FOR PEACE
Pray for peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of violence and war. “Imagine there’s no countries It isn’t hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too… Continue reading
“Blood in, Blood out
Blood in, Blood out A Poem by Coyote Poetry An eye for an eye world. No-one can win. When hate and violence steal all the kindness and hope. What will be left my… Continue reading
“The things we do”
The things we do. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “War is a sin.” Bob Denver 225 (Photo credit: Wikipedia) —————————————————————————————————————————————– (War is… Continue reading
“If I wa the king of the forest”
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest.… Continue reading
Look at me. See me
Look at me. See me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry War, what is good for? Nothing. Look at me. See me. “President Trump pledged Thursday to keep the United States at the “top… Continue reading
“What men do?”
What men do? A Poem by Coyote Poetry The leaders of this government must be held responsible. What men do? ” Mothers should negotiate between nations. The mothers of fighting countries would… Continue reading
This is the United States of America
God bless our “Freedom”. Strength in unity and millions standing as one.On 21 January 2017. People stood as one. Millions in many places stood their ground and showed the world and our leaders.… Continue reading
I hate you, war.
I hate you, war A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I hate you, War Dear grandchild. I’m so sorry. I left you just blood and hate. My father left me Vietnam… Continue reading