Turmoil!

A world in turmoil desperation endless war

forever on nuclear alert

where a continuously rising population

live on the edge of disaster

fed information the elite want us to hear

the truth never made clear!

 

Conflicts are perpetual few ever resolved

countless humans slaughtered

to keep the wealth for wars flowing in

no thought for the misery

or destruction of these nations generations

with endless peace delegations!

 

No limit on money spent for deadly weapons

yet to help the masses there is none

population outgrowing all natural resources

animal species no longer exist

their land needed for profitable items to grow

most extinct the rest on death row!

 

Constant threats of world nuclear annihilation

as yet the buttons not pressed

but so many nasty devices could do the job

maybe a pulse beam or microwaves

a complete computer shutdown or starvation

could equally bring our obliteration!

 

As we get through another day is our history

true or just a fabrication

conspiracy theories could well contain truth

proving we are manipulated

to believe material gain is the only objective

the elite view us in a dark perspective!

 

Enjoy these moments of freedom and joy

before our leaders all of us destroy!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Untold!

Shouting from within the house was disturbing

terrified screams permeated

the neighbours had been use to frequent rows

but even they were shaken

the police were called but never came for hours

the next day people laid flowers!

 

When the house was entered there were bodies

a massacre the description

yet though eight were found spread in rooms

certain the killer was not there

known for their family feud it seemed overkill

a dread in the community did instill!

 

The house lay empty nobody wanted to go near

there was a dark  atmosphere

from a fun street it became somber and quiet

nobody had been caught

who could do such a thing to in this household

it seemed a mystery untold!

 

During the next year several bodies were found

in random spots in the same area

as those in the house mutilated the same way

all related to the house owners

yet no clues to give any identity to the culprit

no scenarios would fit!

 

Theories abounded gang related or a grudge

passing down the many years

they were from a country vampires lived

cursed for long gone wrongs

had caused some ancient beings to hate

so the generations had to eliminate!

 

Wild stories circulated some were simply fantasy

then as the shocking case

had started one night it all came to a chilling end

a body in a ritual type pose

found near to the street in bushes on wasteland

with a bloody axe in its hand!

 

For some reason not explained by the authorities

declared it was the wanted assassin

so there was nothing to fear anymore now safe

file closed no evidence disclosed

that cloud of suspicion would never go away

something nasty was at play!

 

That house where it all began stayed empty

many thought it haunted

slowly decaying over time others reported

shadowy beings following

wandering around the area few dared go

for animals was a no-show!

 

There is a house in a street it could be near you!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Park Bench!

The smartly dressed man sat sweating profusely

on the newly installed park bench

it was late summer in the middle of the day

mothers with their small children

joggers to and elderly couples kept a distance

he had become a worrying hindrance!

 

As they started to become agitated each fearing

with his odd behavior was mad

maybe infected the whisper became a crescendo

the park rangers were summoned

everybody evacuated before the police arrived

but he died and could not be revived!

 

Precautions were used treating him as infected

preliminary tests found nothing

as the body laid in the morgue with no identity

without a defined cause of death

here would remain until more evidence acquired

but an open mind would be required!

 

After the forensic search the tapes were removed

that cordoned off the park bench

the routine returned like nothing had happened

this calm did not last long

many more were found in this catatonic plight

corresponding with a reported light!

 

Not all of them expired some woke up confused

others in a deep coma

it started to emerge on checking their blood

and searching police records

these were victims of reported alien abduction

causing authorities disruption!

 

Some going back decades were now returning

most quickly became well

each had changes to their body chemistry

and though once strangers

they were drawn to be together in a community

which caused suspicion at this unity!

 

The question on everybody’s lips were they human

or were these now more alien

most stayed clear isolating the growing numbers

but surveillance was ongoing

then tension became too much and mobs attacked

the strange group were whacked!

 

And carnage ensued in the once quite sleepy hamlet

police forces could no cope

unable to understand just what was happening

converging on the scene

halted by agents in dark suits blocking their way

not allowed in the complex to stray!

 

Several coaches with darkened window being loaded

with these possible hybrids

soldiers with no insignia stood guard until full

few words were exchanged

as the mysterious convoy drove rapidly out of view

this was when they could get through!

 

Inside the mobs who had foolishly stormed them

were scattered everywhere

none remained alive or recognizable any more

all that was left to be done

remove and identify the victims for now certain

the circumstances could not explain!

 

The group that had come back from somewhere

vanished never to be seen again

not even today no information or justification

never been provided only silence

another dark secret held from the public domain

that for now will remain!

 

At the park bench flowers are secretively laid

and animals the spot evade!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Eruption!

It had been warned over centuries the eruption

of a volcano under a park

the surface the outer crust of a bubbling inferno

where animals freely roamed

experts with conflicting opinions and scenarios

whether or not the lava blows!

 

Speculation of a day animals stampeding in panic

heading out of the national park

earth tremors shaking the ground as tensions rose

the area  about to explode

every roadway and tracks becoming thermogenic

humidity steaming and thick!

 

A vast landscape of mountains and sloping forests

deep lakes with rolling plains

it would be devastation if the eruption did befall

in this wondrous locality

those who lived around the park contemplated

were their futures fated?

 

On a warm summers day it began the sun rising

the dew quickly evaporating

a wonderful scene to gaze upon a normal day

though faint tremors

hardly noticeable in the beginning escalated

swiftly became unabated!

 

It soon became apparent that the unthinkable

a long predicted eruption

of  this picturesque national park had begun

it was known the surface

was the vast crust covering the volcanoes top

and lava nothing could stop!

 

Years of planning made evacuation much easier

but the scale unprecedented

fast flowing molten lava and gases accelerated

overtaking those fleeing

a huge black cloud ascended into the clear sky

and light to man did deny!

 

Lava swallowed up land or it crumbled away

the once idyllic views lost

an enduring darkness and coldness began

spreading around the globe

humanity would have to battle nature as one

for its survival to be won!

 

Could this scenario happen it seems very possible!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Polluted!

The sun shines its golden light and heat

down on a polluted sad landscape.

Why humans seem unable to see

this world is dying all around their feet.

Trees  by natures winds bending their shape

blowing around the earth uninhibited free.

Nature reserves and precious countryside

disappears as more and more buildings appear.

Roads manifest scaring more areas that remain

the urban crawl moves on less places to hide

As boundary lines are becoming unclear.

noise and traffic fumes gain pace how insane.

Towns within towns villages absorbed as well

no mercy for natural green open spaces.

Countryside and animals blend into the sprawl

scavenging from the humans disposable hell

Covertly hardly ever leaving any trace

adapting and caught up in our almighty fall.

 

I can remember fifty years ago. More green fields less road traffic and fewer people. No home computers or mobile phones.  Villages where villages and town were towns and nice roads in between.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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