Divided!

Born in the small town then a community

equality part of daily routine

violence the occasional drunken brawl

or disgruntled married couples

no threats to walk out any time alone

or thought of a home invasion

robbed and attacked by masked raiders

these criminal inside traders!

 

Now not safe even within your own home

little protection by the law

bad guys have a free access to our lives

fraud is a profitable sport

workers have their money taken in taxes

with less rights than perpetrators

as law and order for most has fallen apart

corruption is off the statistic chart!

 

Those open integrated communities absent

gangs have divided and destroyed

where families struggle to leave so scared

no entry areas you now fear to tread

murders of the young and those foolish to go

many that used to serve and protect

often avoid these volatile flash points of doom

where the evil predators loom!

 

Do you know what is happening around you

the once thriving shopping centres

businesses closing down charity shops rule

more sleeping rough begging

who once had homes with a future and hope

as drunks increase with intent

vandalising and fighting no purpose anymore

helplessly we watch and deplore!

 

Once small familiar peaceful neighbourhoods

are now part of historical records

as the shape of things to come are not good

where we are guided to believe

life will be better in this materialistic society

where most are in debt to the few

who can be trusted surely we are manipulated

and every aspect of life infiltrated!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His Secret!

He had been thrown out at fifteen his secret

by parents who were always high

never knew love of a family always a loner

had a sister he tried to protect

his haunted vision of her always crying

yet like him always defying!

 

Within knew she would survive their cruelty

what else could she now do

nobody ever came to help them get free

his will to live was ebbing

worrying about his sister afraid to go back

the education he did lack!

 

Ended up begging on the street humiliated

on a day when he felt like dying

a dog wandered aimlessly lost passed him

turned and came slowly back

laying whimpering with sad eyes at his side

for the first time in years cried!

 

This scruffy bag of bones and fur needed help

neglected and desperate

identifying his situation with this new friend

now with a purpose in life

that emptiness was not so intense anymore

had to pick himself off the floor!

 

Giving him courage and confidence to mature

named the dog Thor

because he had given him strength and courage

to become a man from the boy

proud to have a loyal companion as he paced

knowing the parents had to be faced!”

 

Settled in a flat of his own and now employed

the inevitable had to be done

ringing the bell still scared him wanting to run

a young woman opened the door

his sister recognised him hugging so tight

filled with such delight!

 

This was when he learned the parents had died

she had tried to find her brother

knew they would meet again and be together

welcoming him and Thor

into a now happy home the passed left behind

their future clearly defined!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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