The faces of children..
The faces of children.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry No-one wins in war. The winner celebrate and dead cannot speak no-more. The faces of war… I have seen the faces of the children and… Continue reading
The faces of children.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry No-one wins in war. The winner celebrate and dead cannot speak no-more. The faces of war… I have seen the faces of the children and… Continue reading
The deadly dance… Burning cities. Children and families being murdered.Family losing everything and becoming homeless.Who is the killers? Who is responsible? Old world holding guns toward each other.Wanting blood over kind peace.Wanting power… Continue reading
A mother’s tears… There is nothing as beautiful as a mother and a child. I watched a mother holding and singing to her baby. “I love you my baby. No-one will hurt you. Mama… Continue reading
Chaos in the promise land A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem, written in 1992. Same meaning today. USA must stay strong. Good days will return. Hard times create strong people. Chaos… Continue reading
( 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… Continue reading
ONE… ONE isn’t a lonely number. When 10,000 children in Kentucky stand as “ONE” against violence and guns . I was so proud of the children. ONE isn’t a lonely number. When the… Continue reading