Mercy

Mercy

A Story by Coyote Poetry
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A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.

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                        Mercy

Young black man.
22 year old.
He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.
I watched him and wondered why?

I knew great pain and understood his face and eyes.

I started to sit with him.
He said nothing for many meals.
Other Soldiers said he was crazy.

One morning at breakfast.
He looked at my eyes direct.
He told me.
"Some of the poor men were still alive at Death valley. They were still breathing.
Pieces of bodies speaking in a foreign language. I held so many of them. All I could do is listen."

His eyes filled with tears. He asked me.
"Was there any purpose for this war?"

I looked at his sad eyes. I told him.
"You did all you could. Mercy of someone hearing your last words allow the poor men to move to the next place with the vision a kind heart. Not the bloody s**t of war."

He got very quiet for a time. He whispered.
"All I see is death and blood in my dreams. I can't see any good in my life now. What can I do?'"

 I took him to Virginia beach. Not many people in the late months of winter.
I made him drink many long Island ice teas.
We drank till we could barely see anymore.

We wandered down to the Virginia shoreline.
He watched the Atlantic dance on the shore.

He turned to me. Asked me? "What the f**k are you trying to do to me?
Why don't you leave me alone?

I passed the whiskey to him.
I told him. "We have been lied to. No-body care if people live or die. We were just mercenaries for money and oil. Let's scream to the Gods. Lets scream into the wind. Tell the world to f-off. Then maybe we can find the mercy to forgive ourselves."

He gave me a big smile. Told me. "You are damn crazy."

He stood up and started to run down the ghostly night beach.
Screaming and crying.
He ran into the sea.
Yelling 'kill me, end my bloody life."

I swear I saw someone with him.
I tossed my wallet to the sand.
I went into the cold sea to get him.
He was waiting for me.

I wrapped my arms around him.
He smiles and told me. "I'm Okay.
I know I must forgive myself.

He turned and looked me in the eyes.
He whispered. "Thank you for the mercy of your friendship. No-one came when I was alone and afraid. I prayed for forgiveness. You forced me to face my life."

He looked at the morning sun rising from the east. Told me. "I'm done with the Army. I won't touch a gun or hurt another person."

A month later at the Greyhound bus station he was going home. I went to shake his hand. He grabbed me and gave me a bear hug. Kissed my forehead. He told me.
"Mama will heal me with her love. Baby sister will insure I'm alright. And I remember your face and what you gave me.  You gave mercy to a man in need."

                Coyote

© 2014 Coyote Poetry



Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
Some stories reappear. This is a real story. War leave no winners. Just living casualty of what was done and must be learned to live with.

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I vision the day, when two armies go to battle on the ground.
They drop their weapons and, mix themselves and be seated on the ground.
Anything they send from overhead to punish them all can only be done so many times.

Somewhere in the depth of man we finally say ENOUGH. When we finally see we serve each other and not divided nations,Man must come forth to man and not under a false umbrella of rule.

When we know our true strength and awake. There will be peace on earth.

Posted 3 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

I hope one day we can find peace. Soldiers, poor people in the way of war pay the price. The great c.. read more
Cryingkate

3 Years Ago

I heard that was done, however certain ones put up blocks barricades and cut off roads so it couldn'.. read more



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I like the story, very authentic. You must be military.

Love the ending. Back to his roots.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

I was and it is a true story. I was helped also. Sometimes take another soldier to help another sold.. read more
so were in the military? anyways nice description and the passage of the story is just so smooth like a water flowing down, concise and touching. loved it! takes one through the mind of a military person who faced and gave death!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

I was. The story was about a soldier who needed help. Military suicide is 4 times higher than the c.. read more
anurag

2 Years Ago

i don't know because i am not a military person but one would understand easily if he/she reads your.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

No. I was born in Detroit. I saw dead people as a child. I was effected later when good friends die .. read more
I loved it. Near the end I cried a little. The line “I told him. We have been lied to. No-body care if people live or die. We were just mercenaries for money and oil. Let's scream to the Gods. Lets scream into the wind. Tell the world to f-off. Then maybe we can find the mercy to forgive ourselves. Made me feel hope, hope that we still have control over our lives. Use your pain and keep on writing. Thanks for reading my work.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you for reading and the comment. And I enjoyed your poetry.
Amazing. this is what we all need to learn. to show mercy, to be kind to people even if we don't know them. such acts always end up saving the world around us.
you really have a great vision sir

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

I served 14 years in the Army. Soldiers must help soldiers. I was helped often. I agree. All of us n.. read more
nazia

2 Years Ago

The pleasure us all mine Sir :)
nazia

2 Years Ago

Pleasure is all mine Sir :)
A poem which reads as a story. A story which reads as a poem. Simple, beautiful, sad. Sometimes, the aftermath of war is worse than the war itself. A beautiful piece.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

It is for some. It is sad we teach our kids war before allowing them to learn the dance of living. T.. read more
i had a tear in my eye when I finished reading this,
Great poem coyote… makes me think about the mercy we are all given. The people in our lives could have choose to ignore us, to hate us, to say were crazy… But some don't, some accept us for who we are and what we believe.
Life can be hell or it can be a life full of happiness…
I see great potential in this…
Keep up the awesome job!

C. Lee Battaglia

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you my friend. Real life teaches us. We need people who can understand what we seen.
It takes courage to write something like this. However, you're known for your reality signed and honest words of wisdom. This story really leaves an aftertaste. Well done!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you Jeannette. War leave open wound for some soldier forever.
A handful write that creates realistic imagery and life in the context. The simplicity of the structure creates sophistication and depth.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you Todd. Real life experiences teaches us what we can take and cannot accept willingly.
This is a very sad tale. War, i think, is the brother of greed and power and as long we have greed in us, war will never end. I do love the ending of this piece. The atrocities of war may have scarred the soul of those who may experienced it but support and love would eventually heal it. Thank you for sharing this moving piece.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you Gabrielle. As long as we believe war is part of us. It will be. War isn't part of us. We h.. read more
This poem is a story in itself...
The Young Black man is so relatable... A lonely man with sorrow in his heart...
Indeed he needs mercy! I don't understand much of the Christianity but Mercy and grace of God are uplifting to any soul...no matter what

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you Ivory. War leave deep wounds.

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