War!

The battle was lost thousands of dead mutilated comrades

lay silent guns still firing their deadly shells

pounding the ground all around as the shrapnel flew

many containing radioactive material

that put those breathing in danger of over exposure

drones now dominated the skies

long past need for human guidance had their own brain

the machines on earth did reign!

 

The war had become a reality mankind fought to remain

on their home for millions of years

created artificial intelligence to assist and enhance lives

but from the heralded blessing

now a curse classed themselves superior us as inferior

had long surpassed our capabilities

infiltrated all aspect of our lives from birth to final breath

even disposing of our bodies after death!

 

Most weapons in their control transport and computing to

groups had always been suspicious

keeping older weapons and machinery not needing robots

to operate as most systems had become

resistants spread now below hiding deep underground

where the elite had been hiding

but they were soon obliterated by their own creations

accidentally achieving their aspirations!

 

Self replicating there was little hope for depleted mortals

but with that bloody survival spirit

somehow would never surrender to the hideous machines

as they walked upon the crushed bones

of lost comrades and close family always remembered

as the fires raged and earth shook

clung onto the hope that the saviour they had forsaken

from this hell would our souls awaken!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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Peaceful Protest!

He himself was there for the peaceful protest

no intention of causing violence

until a large group in masks carrying weapons

held in leather-covered hands

yet soon found himself there betwixt the battle

his conscience it did rattle!

 

Good humour was amongst the many around

with the purpose of protest

but by peaceful endeavour was their intent

families the young and elderly

together to express their joint disagreement

between them an even temperament!

 

Police kept well back joining in with the activity

almost a carnival atmosphere

weather was good many onlookers waved happily

until the first foul language heard

as chunks of paving slabs flew passed their heads

with the start of anarchy threads!

 

Calm organised protest became a screaming mob

children pushed falling scared

parents trying to protect their brood panic-stricken

barriers became lethal weapons

nobody was immune from brutal abuse or aggression

and growing scenes of oppression!

 

No more a family event of sympathetic mutual protest

as blows hit damaging human bodies

vicious uncontrollable violence as the mob surged

dispersing cries of pain and despair

placards now trampled under steel toe capped boots

rapidly returning to their tribal roots!

 

Pepper spray thrust into the mix no smiles but tears

uncontrollable hatred as body fluids spilt

camera crews watched eager for the thugs to perform

law and order became hard to enforce

that moment of genuine purpose was now totally lost

the chance of genuine dissent tossed!

 

The young man could only run with rest of the crowd

stopping with a laceration above his eye

smoke now lingering over the scene like a shroud

as the evil our freedom did deny!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

The Tattered Flag!

On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag

the only indication of the battle

long forgotten the torment of lost innocence

or names of the fallen soldiers

one more conflict where nothing had been won

there a feeling of death still hung!

 

Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell

young lives ended in torment

grass now covered the site and sheep grazed

where restless souls still roam

no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite

as two armies clash in the fight!

 

Silence is what greets the visitor to this field

pleasant during daylight hours

as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low

and voices have been heard

crying out longingly on the endless breeze

rustling the grass and trees!

 

The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute

to those nameless soldiers

from long ago whose spirits will never leave

all those families of the fallen

remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice

in war a cruel and futile device!

 

The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Moment Of Relief!

That smile filled with a moment of relief

the journey long and arduous

from the horrors of war and occupation

tears gushed tension released

remembering the loss of their relations

now seeking new foundations!

 

Torn from the life they knew and loved

persecuted treated poorly

shattered lives forced to witness cruelty

and unspeakable acts

memories that would never be deleted

together never more defeated!

 

Both young and hopeful the couple gazed

from the ships upper deck

slowing as it entered the busy harbour

in their new homeland

gaunt and battle weary they embraced

as together the future faced!

 

#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.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

Behind The Barricade!

Behind the barricade each were equal

no distinction prevailed

expressing vocally their nation’s pride

unity of wills and passion

afraid that their identity would be lost

at an unforgivable cost!

 

From a peaceful but loud demonstration

good-humoured and fun

violence erupted and that moment gone

becoming more sinister

cries now not of joy but panic and pain

as comrades now lay slain!

 

Behind the barricades placards discarded

the tensions increasing

peaceful protests lost to a radical element

as the acrid smoke rises

from burning tyres and missiles thrown

the future now unknown!

 

The once calm and familiar city centre

streets and communal parks

now battle zones raging out of control

and the ripples of rebellion

no more talk and discussions to dwell

they enter the realms of hell!

 

On the precipice their lives on the edge!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Priest!

The priest was enthusiastic as he drove

towards his first parish

set in a village on the edge of moorland

from a city background

now looked forward to the rural scene

spacious open and green!

Had been given a tour by his predecessor

a priest of mature years

the old vicarage was situated opposite

the grade one listed church

told the elderly priest had recently died

not natural had been implied!

It now put doubt into his positive thoughts

what had happened he mused

as he slowly explored the unspoilt estate

before moving in to his new home

later walking over to his spiritual domain

his demeanor to retain!

From the entrance he surveyed the interior

focusing on the fine altar

certain he saw somebody kneeling praying

curiosity made him approach

as he drew near nobody was to be found

being the only one around!

Where he stood it became uncomfortably cold

he desperately had to leave

running in panic until he got to the vicarage gate

terrified and out of breath

was that footsteps closing on the gravel behind

from turning he declined!

Alone in the building the housekeeper had left

yet felt an overwhelming presence

standing in the hallway gazing at the staircase

gently rising to the first floor

sure a shadow was upon the upper landing

his blood pressure expanding!

Up against the door he could see a shape

creeping towards him

the terror within made him start to pray

this was not just a haunting

sure a lingering evil possessed the ground

as the tension did compound!

One fact certain he could do nothing alone

if he wanted to stay as the priest

had to get out to summon the help required

as the manifestation was moving

between the vicarage and eerie church at will

he began to feel rather ill!

Though he had witnessed an exorcism before

the priest was not qualified

 to perform this intense ultimate spiritual battle

he must find away to escape

to contact the bishop of this most serious situation

of an unknown demonic infestation!

Side stepping into the lounge picked up a chair

then with all his strength

hurled it through the picture frame window

immediately jumping out

as the entity followed possessing his soul

in pain his eyes began to roll!

Praying harder than he had ever done before

the evil force let him go

laying in broken glass watched it glide away

back towards the church

for now could do little but make a fast retreat

this enemy he could not beat!

 Many tribulations and questions he would seek

the war would not be for the meek!

The Foureyed Poet

Uncharted!

The battleship neared the planet going into orbit

classed as a routine exploration

of the vast an uncharted sector of this galaxy

as yet no contact had been made

this did not bode well there was an anticipation

trouble stirred at this destination!

 

During the scan of the planets barren service

signs of life were discovered

not of a basic form but one highly advanced

cautiously going on red alert

detecting a missile launch from surface below

following the rising glow!

 

Safety protocols immediately brought on-line

then retreated out of orbit

shields raised to protect the ship from damage

ready for impending impact

if their weapons this object could not  destroy

evasive action would employ!

 

More missiles rapidly followed after the first

but there were none that hit

other spacecraft were detected approaching

this must be a hidden base

that they had stumbled upon that was cloaked

trouble they had not provoked!

 

Deciding it was in their interest to exit the sector

and continue their exploration

but sensed this unknown race would be trouble

as it was known marauders

were unchallenged attacking any passing ships

yet making no fatal slips!

 

Though a battleship without the rest of the star fleet

it would not be wise to engage

but gather information and report back command

this encounter was unexpected

as the ship  went into hyper drive they were not alone

another craft followed into this zone.

 

Now they knew there was an enemy and danger close

the battle fleet summoned

they would let the scout ship follow for now untouched

knowing the enemy were near

soon space would erupt into a major dog fight and war

creating breaches in intergalatic law!

 

The long war had now begun!

Poet.

The Foureyed

 

Onward The Battle!

Onward the battle raged where he stood

deafened by the pounding guns!

Around him comrades lives were taken

every loss the emotions it stuns!

Trapped amongst the running blood

in his eyes the tears do flood!

 

Whichever way he rotated death is close

in his head is trepidation

Each explosion magnified had to get away

comrades buried in the soil!

More still and silent besides him here

how he missed those so dear!

 

Day after day facing the same pointless hell

forgotten soldiers just statistics!

Who would become another  long-lost story

on official forms a few ticks!

Honoured with posthumous medals and grief

lives blown away like the autumn leaf!

 

Wanting to escape from purgatory to heaven

compelled to find the route!

Voices telling him to seek his lost sanity

his rifle never more to shoot!

Knowing he’d be a deserter to the crown

forcibly being brought down!

 

Dragged before a court-martial for treason

no mercy for a shell-shocked soldier!

Mentally scared by the brutality of war

a young man not getting older!

Not killed by the barrage of enemy gunfire

but firing squad he’d expire!

 

Classed then as deserters not victims of the great war

never seeing their families any more!

 

Their names now cleared and remembered forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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