Peace And Goodwill!

Bright flashing Christmas lights are everywhere you turn

families enjoying the ever-increasing expensive fare

the time when Peace and Goodwill should be around

prices rising yet expectations by excited children high

to what they want to receive from old Santa Clause

do the youngsters appreciate just how lucky they are

when once modest presents were given and enjoyed

now expensive gifts are demanded simplicity is void!

 

Unbelievable still today another side to the season

many without anywhere to live or money to spend

struggling to survive facing cold and no prospects

each with a different reason for their state of living

desperately lonely a society not keen on giving

where many rely on benefits and charities for hope

especially at Christmas when compassion is sort

adding mercy love and a genuine kind thought!

 

That season is here prices higher than ever before

the affluent have no real care for those floundering

not for them food banks their only way to eat

nor fearing the court bailiffs banging on their door

is it not a myth the season of Peace and Goodwill

as death and destruction of humanity is in overkill!!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Where Do I Go?

Where do I go from here a question

that maybe we all ponder.

The cost of living rises before us

how can most of us pay?

With what we earn becoming less

if wealth we don’t possess!

 

What if you’re not entitled to benefits

yet the bills still arrive!

The authorities and finance companies

often don’t care!

No concern if you actually can’t pay

debts wont go away!

 

Bombarded by how much many do earn

to you seems obscene.

You’d be happy for life when you see

what they earn in a week.

Boasting and bragging about the money

something that’s not funny!

 

Turmoil in your own mind how to pay

worry effects your health.

Wishing hard you could win the lottery

paying out on hope.

For most a dream that never comes true

as another bill becomes due!

 

Maybe life is a game of luck and chance

taking the right road.

Choices you made or forced upon you

the blame on yourself.

It’s sad if death is your only release

the only way of peace!

 

Where do I go from here surely I’m not alone

the seeds of greed have long been sown!

 

he Foureyed Poet.

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