On Edge!

Strange atmosphere as society on itself encloses

everybody is on edge in society

trust between people is lacking aggression grows

so many acts of terrorism

only days between incidents has got them scared

for this onslaught not prepared!

 

What has changed so dramatically this last year

the poor left reeling perplexed

who is the real enemy hiding within the shadows

ready to harm the innocent bystander

without mercy or conscience

every media outlets twenty four seven repeating

information our sanity beating!

 

What is real anymore as people turn against friends

family suspicious of each other

violence on the streets is growing society unsettled

basic rights are failing for many

what will happen next nobody seems to understand

is  the third world war at hand?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

Watching!

On the dusty tank the soldiers stared intently

watching the shells strike

detonating onto the occupied enemy lines

as rockets and shell fire

was quickly returned in a never ending battle

creating vibration and rattle!

 

Each were distant from the carnage and anguish

young conscripts not hardened

warriors of  too many campaigns of aggression

again forced to protect their land

believing their cause was just without hesitation

the civilians filled with trepidation!

 

But as with all brutal conflicts it breeds more hate

resentment creating much bigger foe

a cycle of revenge and bloody savage retaliation

as the very young bitterly grow up

the horrors absorbed into impressionable minds

peace hopes fading behind closing blinds!

 

The ever mounting strife going back to long ago

hard to break historical differences

each have grievances and suspicions to tell

that seem impossible to resolve

the deaths and injuries continue to increase

can a way ever be found for peace?

 

My wishes always for a planet without wars!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Experiment!

The sedated patient laid on the trolley

her spine was exposed

a masked gowned figure approached

ready to begin the procedure

in this sterile environment secret lab

she laid still on the slab!

 

A secret facility where an experiment

was just about to proceed

conditions here were of a high standard

the spores could not be tainted

as the spinal needle was inserted to inject

the contents they had to protect!

 

The space between the vertebrae was located

the fine sharp needle entered

piercing the dura contents slowly expelled

into the female spinal fluid

roughly onto her back to await the reaction

the first muscle contraction!

 

More victims lay in cubicles just abandoned

or were due to be used

hideously deformed from the failed research

but their latest victim

was different for she had seemed to accept

the alien blood did not reject!

 

Putting her into a locked and padded cell

with cameras at every angle

observing each movement every twitch

success they knew was close

not knowing what the hours would bring

or outcome of DNA splicing!

 

Physically the woman was still beautiful

at that moment calm

chemical receptors were at hyper mode

her reflexes became rapid

unable to counteract arising aggression

their work was an obsession!

 

With incredible strength at high-speed

she fled into barren countryside

leaving a scene devastation and carnage

a deadly new species created

nothing now could stop it from evolving

no longer hope of resolving!

 

Unstoppable the hybrid went on the rampage

another scientific failure out of control!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

From The Edge!

From the edge of the restaurant garden

where children played.

And parents sat happily in the sun

unaware of what glared.

Through thick bushes of its border

was life from a new order!

 

Dormant until conditions were precise

to be the first-born.

Deep in the soil a crashed meteor lay

aliens spores slowly grew!

Matured ready with humans to mingle

as nerve endings tingled!

 

Rising from the deep clinging clay it  came

an unearthly creature emerged!

Into the unknown with faltering steps

to those present a monster.

Though not showing aggressive traits

not a good fate awaits!

 

Where anything unexplained was feared

had to be evil or violent!

Yet the creature was passive and docile

an infant of its kind.

Men with guns arrived to exterminate

this life to obliterate!

 

Before scientist could intervene to save

a unique alien species.

Weapons killed with no care or mercy

with man’s usual aggression.

Being the dominant species their vision

no compromise or division!

 

Satisfied they’d made the proper choice

another set of eyes observed.

Absorbing a violent ending of a brother

intent on a different approach.

As more of the alien sleepers awoke

through the soil they broke!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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