Memorial day poetry-Ain’t no f-good war


Ain’t no fucking good war.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


“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 fucking 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 fucking 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…

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