Ain't no f*****g good war.

Ain't no f*****g good war.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Can't allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when it is time to go.

"
Ain't no f*****g good war.


Old WW2 Vet  sat alone.
He raised his glass to the sky.
He looked at an empty seat.
"To the good war my friend."
He drinks his shot of whiskey.
"Whisper ain't no f*****g good war. "
He put his face into his hands.


Father had his ribbons and awards over the fireplace from the Korea war.
We watched war movies together.
He was the hero who always saved me.


On the weekend he would drink his rum.
Late at night I would sit with him.
He would talk to dead buddies left in the Korean dirt.
He would tell me.
"No war is worth a s**t."


Old Vietnam Vet was dying.
The agent orange had made him 110 pounds.
The VA won't see him anymore.
The VA told him nothing they can do.
I sat with him and listen.
He told me he volunteers and was proud.
He thought he was doing the right thing.
He looks me in the eyes and whisper "All my friends are dead.
I will see them soon."


 "What will I tell them?
Did the War have any reason?
Was it just a f*****g grave filled with hate?"


I try to put myself in the places where living another day is your goal.
 Being hungry and needing medical care.
 Watching their world fall apart around them.


I go to graves of good friends.
 They died in Iraq for the hatred of the Bush's years.
I whisper "f**k these wars."


                              Coyote

© 2011 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
I understand we need to protect our borders. You want a good story. Find a dark corner in hidden bar. Old Vets can make you cry.
Coyote

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I was in Hamburg, one night. There was little local fair on the alstair. The fair ended at 2300, and everybody left. It was a coldish autumn night. I was bit lonely. I decided to run around the fairground once more.


So I did, and I bumped into the group of hispanics, who pulled me in there dance, because they thought it's summer (late september, north germany), it's spain (Hamburg). A lot many people, drunken, non drunken etc also encircled us.

Soon this had to end, because you are not allowed to shout in Germany after 2200 hours. I was alone again.

One man picked me up, a hopeless drunkard, and landscape garden designer. He grabbed my shoulder, and we patrolled the whole night in Hamburg suburbs till 0400 next morning.

The only thing apart from his intro to me he said is "kreig ist immer schiße" - That translates to "war is always s**t"

Why can't the aristocrats who runs the politics, and who's footsteps rock the corporate hamburg (and the rest of the world) learn from this hopeless drunkard? Why can't everybody learn from him?

Germans ww2 vets do not want to talk easily - but when they talk, I start feeling why do I even exist, tell you the story later :-s

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Rarely I am touched by reading poetry about war. I tend to think of war as more noise and confusion and have pretty much become immune to any poetry connected to it feeling as if it all going to be more or less the same context. But this story really hit home. Well written.

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Brings a good feeling of loss to it very strong emotions passing through it :)

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This is a very striking piece.I loved it,and I'm favoriting it.Amazing work.

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My dad and his family, left The Nederlands in 1952, but not before witnessing the most brutal of all wars, up cost and personal. Wish i could tell you, that you are wrong, but i know, this is not the case. Not sure, if there is an alternative, to war. In the political science texts, war is called diplomancy by other means. Thank you for sharing your personal thoughts in this very moving poem.

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Okay, so I'm really liking this, but there's a a few typos in the first stanza, and it feels a little disjointed, although maybe that's what you're going for. I guess this hits home for me a little. I'm leaving afghanistan in 2 weeks.

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great poem and yet so sad

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I love hearing old war stories but after reading this it really changes my outlook on how I see the stories in my head now. Great job man

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Human nature is to bare your teeth at anyone you disagree with, wars are nothing more than governments way of doing that at the cost of human lives

They sacrifice their lives for their country, the sacrifice their lives for their government, I would like to see one buerocrat deployed into Iraq, make them see what their fighting for, is it the Taliban....or is it the oil

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You know Coyote...war has been around since the beginning of time and we still just keep on fighting and dying and wondering...

Sometimes we just have to write those stories so that someday...some way...this world will see the Light...

War is Hell my friend...and it ain't no f*****g good....

I'm with ya...

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yeah

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