Sins of our father..A Poem by Coyote PoetryI am so tire of war. I am so tire of hateful leaders. Where are the peacemakers..Sins of our father.. Daddy swims in sin, my poor father. Could not win. I see my father face in the mirror now and I have learned his disappointment. I told my children, I told my grandchildren. The sin of your father isn’t your sin to copy. I was a soldier, my father was a soldier and my grandfather was a soldier and we found war and drink. I tell my grandchildren. Seek beautiful places, know love and pray. War doesn’t touch your soul. War teaches you nothing and no-one win in war. I have became old and my face is filled with sad memories. I write and I scream for peace. Today the dove of peace is frighten. I don’t want my children to pay for my sins. I want them to die with me and my family, all people. To know one day of peace. Johnnie © 2025 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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17 Reviews Added on July 10, 2025 Last Updated on July 10, 2025 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more.. |

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