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.

 

 

 

 

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Streaks!

Streaks of white across the cloudless skyline

indicating a plane had crossed

visual signs of airliners zigzagging above

as the air traffic ever expands

risk of accidents and mishaps increases

night and day never ceases!

 

Dangers are low its said compared to roads

but planes are becoming bigger

far more passengers and freight carried

no money made on the ground

we take little notice of the man-made bird

until a tragedy has occurred!

 

In that intense eagerness for constant travel

and the need to boost revenue

raising the hazards to a more dangerous level

where lives seem dispensable

crammed in a flying tube problems unforeseen

reliant on crew and machine!

 

Each and every day we gamble with our lives

in our homes moving around

no guarantee of safety can ever be assured

but an expectancy of long life

dreaming of flying away to exotic destinations

with those tingling expectations!

 

Aboard jets that leave streaks across the skies!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Warfare!

Warfare in the twenty-first century

brought on a bigger threat.

Weapons to obliterate mankind

many stand on the line.

Antagonists looking at each other

once called them brother!

 

Tension was high no more rifles

or small cannons to fire.

But huge deadly arsenals ready

without a second thought.

To wipe whole civilisations away

for domination to display!

 

Never ending conflicts few remember

those times of peace.

Refuges constantly torn from homes

and the threat of violence.

Disrupting chances to bloom and grow

natural balances cannot flow!

 

Often many opposing forces are on alert

each thinking they are right.

Glaring at radar screens from a distance

as the ground is mined.

Lives forever lost as time drifts onward

where nobody wants accord!

 

Will man ever learn before the bomb drops?

The Foureyed Poet.