I killed and I killed..
I killed and I killed. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. I killed and I killed.. On Friday night my father drank his rum.… Continue reading
I killed and I killed. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. I killed and I killed.. On Friday night my father drank his rum.… Continue reading
1- The Dove of peace. If we release the Dove of peace. Will the blind and hateful men of war kill her? Where can the Dove of peace go today? In our messy… Continue reading
( Rachel Corrie. The Palestine people. Called her the beautiful American. ) Without a whisper.. We should of begs for mercy for theinnocent. Careless men talk of dead men and woman.Like a inventory of… Continue reading
War and Peace.. I have stood with soldiers in war and peace.We laughed and cried together. We celebrated life and death. We traveled to where we were told and did what we had to… Continue reading
Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (Old wars, new wars. Murder of people for religion, wealth and land. If we live in a eye for a eye world. No-one shall win, till we… Continue reading