No Time to Cry

over war

No Time to Cry

 

I was looking down the devils throat as he looked up at me.

He said, boy look to the east and tell me what you see.

For three wise men, come with tales of war.

But today they came with something, I've never seen before.

 

I wandered in a battle field, soon someone said.

As the rain came down, move a head.

A puddle of mud was my bed,

As I laid there and thought of what was said.

 

I cross a river that was blood red,

A short word with a friend, now lays dead.

No time to cry, for tears I've bled.

The three wise men the truth they said.

 

I try to run, no place to hide.

I've search for truth in those who lie.

If it wasn't for my pride I’d stop and cry

For I know one day I shall surely die.

 

As I walked on the trail that lead nowhere.

I stop to look up towards the sky

To finally realize to my surprise

The answer I seek was deep inside.

 

 

But the sounds of war started to ring

As a cold wind swept over me.

While the angels began to sing

It took one bullet to set me free,

And this is a farewell story of destiny.

 

By Mauricio Montoya

Author's Note

I wrote this for a friend who had survived the Vietnam war only to get shot in this country over a trivial dispute.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

To re.open this tragic but powerful poem shows, to me, how deeply the original happening touched you. Somethings one never, never will or can forget. And also, as time passes, other events can be equated with the original.. have the same cruel result, the same ironic result. Your writing has always had so much depth and even in time, means and touches as much as did. Truth is a tragedy, more often or not.

'But the sounds of war started to ring ~ As a cold wind swept over me. ~ While the angels began to sing + It took one bullet to set me free, ~ And this is a farewell story of destiny. '

[Mauricio Montoya]

thank you Emma you even what he may have did he was still a young man to die at such a young age, oh emma he may have of drinking but to be shot by some coward and risks his life for others to be free. thats honor and thats what i wanted to write, thank you.

[emmajoy]

I hope my words were appropriate, Mauricio. Did I misunderstand?

[Mauricio Montoya]

oh no emma i wrote some 40 years ago im just surprise I'm getting reviews, but now you know with our troops well England too its our pain. im old and young has no respect even if our gov is wrong there still our bother and sisters dying ur a good writer and always touch my heart thanks even taking the time.

[emmajoy]

There's so much trouble: sickness, politics, fighting and all in what should be a beautiful world. Take care, keep safe. Please.

[Mauricio Montoya]

well im at home a friend from England said ur getting sun well south part anyway, were accepting a storm may last 3 days ur right so much going on, i was thinking of one poem i wrote "Esperanza" "even the world must shed a tear for sun to shine once again" I'm doing the rounds reading love this site we share a common ground thanks for that.

[emmajoy]

There is deep snow in the North, especially in Scotland, flooding in various parts of England.. have seen gleams of sunshine for the occasional minute or few.. but.. Winter is certainly showing its face in the UK! Your excerpt from Esperanza is oh so true.. Enjoy your time in the cafe, although there are strange things going on right now in here.. it still has the best poets and friends in here! Common ground, indeed. :) Keep safe, please.

[Jacqueline Lopez]

I LIKED THIS POEM BECAUSE I COULD SEE THE WAR CLEARLY. IT KEPT ME HOOKED FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END. AND I ENJOYED THE FAREWELL STORY OF DESTINY!

[MagiCrystal]

Faith has a individual force that lead us to paths walked by many.. and takes places that we have never been.. amen