The world is crying

The world is crying

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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I found this poem in a old book. It is 30 years old.

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             The world is crying

The world is crying.
Like a forgotten child.

Crying for all the sadness surrounding
every soul on this planet.

My world seem to have forgotten the
dream of peace.

Where all nations can live in harmony.

Where upon all human beings could  learn to cherish
all living life.

But the goal of peace are forgotten.
Men of war control the emotion of the world.

World War two is fading away.
World is falling back to fear and hate.
Talk of peace is gone.
Only threats of war and destruction can be heard.

The day is here.
 Where we are over taken by fear  and ghost.
Now we must turn to tears.

Tears for the child and mother whom home was destroyed
in the way of war.

Tears for the Mother and Father waiting for their child covered
in a USA flag to be brought  home.

Starvation and sickness is running wild and millions are dying daily.

Where are the men of peace?

Can we stop the walk to our destined death?


                              Coyote
                            7 April 1980

© 2010 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
Added one line. Very old poem. A Liberal Coyote who believed world could be saved. Today I hope 30 years later. Can we stop the madness? I pray we can.
Coyote

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Coyote Poetry,
"The world is crying"
It is heavy that something real when you originally wrote is still a reality now. War is such a part of humanity.
Meaningful line regarding the fear in war; "fear and ghost." Those taken and to be I suppose.....
This was kind of hard to read. but "Where are the men of peace"" Where indeed?

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

7 Years Ago

I agree Kathy. Little change after 37 years. Thank you for reading and the comment.



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Beautifully Sad, and Beautifully Written.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"My world seem to have forgotten the"
to
"My world seems to have forgotten the"

But the goal of peace are forgotten.
to
But the goals of peace are forgotten
or
The goal of peace is forgotten

Tears for the child and mother whom home was destroyed
to
Tears for the child and mother whose home was destroyed

Now that that boring busniness is out of the way. This is a fantastic poem. You always have a great message with your poetry and this was no exception. Excellent Job

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

The world is crying like a child and how we love that child but I think we know that the suffering will not be lifted until the child grows up no matter what we do. We forgive the child though and still cry with it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

OH wow...This just left me speechless!!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I feel exacty what you mean in this poem. When will we stop this mind controlled march to our untimely deaths is my thought on this world we live in.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh gee . . . it has been 30 years. How on earth did that happen?!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I pray we can make the changes needed as well!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Tears for the Mother and Father waiting for their child covered
in a USA flag to be brought home.

I protest. It is the same in both sides. I was reading this book "Page after Page: Memoirs of a War-Torn Photographer; Tim Page's Nam" I can not resist crying.

See here some pictures: http://www.vietnampix.com/faces6.htm .. Young lifes of both side suffer in all wars. I personally met a lot of civil war veterans from east europe. Both side cry in the same way..

I therefore protest taking the name of one particular country.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i like the comparison to a child... so innocent and not in control while everything around it is corrupt and in strife.

this poem speaks volumes to me. my father is fighting overseas but is coming home in a month. it gives me hope that the world may live on and one day know some peace.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I dread the day my cousin comes home in a flag. Reality is yet again amongst the naive. Great piece!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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