Peace

Written in 1980. Hope for peace had chance then. What happen to the dream?

                           
















                                   Peace

      (A old poem written when age was my advantage.)
I went to the forest.
I prayed to the sun, the old willow trees.
I sat in the mist of the wild flowers.
I asked the Great Spirit to listen.

I dreamed an old dream.

Peace, will come one day.

One day in my life,
I will awake and all children will be safe from violence and hate.

A world of no hate, no violence and all women and children will have
shelter and food.

A utopia of love and peace.
Where education and well being is the concern of a parent.
Not if their son or daughter will fight and died in wars?

Peace I want to see.
Deep in my mind and heart.
I pray for a world where all people have opportunity and hope.

One day where men and women can give thanks for a new day.
Where religion is to prosper the soul and spirit.
Not teach death and murder.

Someday I will wake up in a peaceful place.
One day I hope and pray.

Man anger and hate can fade away to myth and old story.

I pray today for my children and all children.
Men lose their madness to kill all that is beautiful.

Time is very short. Our children will pay for our hate and mistakes.

                             Coyote
                             1980

Author's Note

Written in 1980. Funny the world had not changed much. Like my father I did nothing.

Reviews

[Broken.buddy]

At least in my generation, the world will become better.
Religion will be used to heal people and not preach killing in letter.

People will value character and not worship looks
Beauty will be seen as a thing to be at heart and not what make-up undertook

Schools will teach poetry, schools will teach hope
History will not be repeated, Stories will change
We all had an altar, which we still can blaze

All I see around me is now, children pressurised to achieve
Girls and boys crying in front of the mirrors
with 'In am not perfect' thought, always on the weave
Digging nails into their skin

Roads in London, Mumbai: with people crying alone
Lot of pain hidden, being judged all along

I wish I could wake up too
At least, one day before I die
When everyone is happy
and I need not write any more cry

Same thoughts as you, my friend
Time has been changing
love is waning
People.

We write and write
words have power
if words in the book can preach
These words of yours teach
Morals, love & hope

I hope the elders were right
Each word has a spirit
let the kindness abide
and make the world alright

[Coyote Poetry]

"let the kindness abide
and make the world alright"
I agree. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Broken.buddy]

I love your poetry. I am 27 years old now. I joined this site when I was 23 and learnt a lot of life lessons from your poetry. Thank you for being here and there is no need for you to thank me. I find it proud that I get to read your work

[Norma M Sutton]

You spoke, you teach through your words. You do what you can do and hope your words fall on fertile ground.

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

Very beautiful poem. And so true. People really should think about the things that they are passing down to their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren to come.

[Junger]

all i can say is "true that harmony seems the best way to be in life"

[Becky C Strukamp]

what an outstanding poem. You writes are always amazing. thanks for sharing. they warm my heart and educate my mind!

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Wise thoughts...
peace...many people yearn for it, but takes only a few to prevent it...
but can seem more, depending on your analysis
Terrific..

[DeliriousCerises]

Wonderful work, peace is an old dream, a dream as old as man perhaps. But it will probably take a thousand more years for this to happen, for human nature is that of good and bad. For every man who dreams of peace, another dreams of war, dreams of conquest, dreams of vengeance. I really like that you mention religion. It's so ironic that something intended to spread love and acceptance is often at the root of hate and murder.

[Angelic Surrender]

A very old dream indeed that has yet to come true. So much of us fight and die for this dream. This is a great poem.

[Diwakar - "The Warrior ..]

I actually don;t want to rate this one...................because this subject is ....I don't know................whether ...is misunderstood,,,, buried alive......or whatever. But this is one of the thing which is still at the same level from past 50 eras and more. I really sometimes feels ... awkward that...what is growth........ a journey towards peaceful life..........or a journey towards...piece -- full life.....
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:-)

[pinpen]

I think all n all history repeats itself, It's sad to see. Really i can understand where you are coming from. My father rest his soul, lost his life in the military when i was
just a little girl. It's hard to grow up when you have nothing really to look up to. I also think with wars it also can make the world a better place. We are fighting for
what we believe in, or what some believe in....I really like this, loved the last part of this.

[Captain]

Beautiful piece with a strong, outstanding message. The poem in itself is almost a prayer.

One day where men and woman can give thanks for a new day.
Where religion is to prosper the soul and spirit.
Not teach death and murder.

This line especially. Wow. I just love it. Great work.
'Captain