From The Air!

From the air nothing moved in the rubble

after the months of pounding

no building from shells bombs and artillery

was complete thousands had died

bodies still lay underneath the ancient city

anybody there could only feel pity!

 

High definition images made it look surreal

a once proud and thriving culture

following the same paths as their ancestors

caught in an international conflict

that did not care of the human lives or cost

so many generations ever lost!

 

He was powerless sent to record the aftermath

of this brutality and utter carnage

he had seen it so often the pointlessness of war

the displacement of the survivors

torn from the only lives they had ever known

their plight captured by a drone!

 

The people of the world watched then moved on

shocked yet this was but one story

destruction and domination was not new to man

this had always gone on the few ruled

over the masses who suffered at their cruel hands

upon us peasants in all the earthly lands!

 

Until man is eradicated himself from existence so be it!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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A Farce!

There was so much happening it became frightening

life was never easy but we coped

money tight bills always a headache to regularly pay

there were never ending hostilities

the news became much less uplifting stories bleak

in twenty seventeen got to a peak!

 

Reportedly down to terrorists or an unknown cause

bombs knives and gun attacks

even vehicles used to maim and kill a major fire to

the people becoming fraught

confused and out of control people became divided

less support to the masses provided!

 

Like an open sore the rich became a source of anger

as they could afford anything

owning large properties as the rest were priced out

jobs were going as robotics

replaced them in the work place and food sparse

an equal society was truly a farce!

 

The once rare sight of armed police became normal

soldiers to increased unabated

restricted access to the internet and social media

the news on television and radio

words became more phony as the same news shared

for a real nineteen eighty-four were prepared!

 

From the light mankind was plunged into the dark matrix!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Soldier!

He sat alone in the train compartment

it was during war-time

the soldier was on leave from the army

had witnessed the abhorrence

of warfare and his friends lives ended

their funerals attended!

 

As he sat deep in thought became aware

in the seat opposite

by the window a frail looking woman sat

weeping very quietly

gasped certain nobody else was in there

this compartment to share!

 

The light was poor as it was the black out

how cold he now felt

sound of bombs dropping in the distance

already very stressed

could only stare at his unexpected visitor

that he could not ignore!

 

There was nowhere for him to run away

a no corridor train

on this old trundling commuter train

he was stuck here

did not fancy jumping onto the line

this decided to decline!

 

But suddenly the shape distorted

the face became clear

now saw the black eyes glaring

the once human features

changed into a grotesque outline

his sanity unable to define!

 

A loud scream like a banshee wail

made him reel away

running to the left locked door

pounding the glass

as it smashed his flesh was torn

shouting as if others to warn!

 

The train slowly screeched to a halt

station staff ran to his aid

upper body lay over the broken door

they helped him out

in the carriage nobody else was there

to them an odd affair!

 

Later in hospital his wounds tended

he was unconscious

eventually when he was able to speak

nothing could he recall

but in his mind the image did remain

thought was he going insane?

 

From then on felt a vile presence near!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scarecrow Like Images!

The elite army unit cautiously entered the ruined town

after days of bombardment

followed by small arms fire being wary of snipers

now had to try and make it safe

also with the risk of hidden bombs trod carefully

and ever-present insurgency!

 

From the moment they were in the destruction sector

tension overwhelmed them

from windows and doorways there they all stood

staring but when approached

these scarecrow like images were never there

of anything living was bare!

 

Each step further within the centre was a torment

feeling enclosed with death

acrid smoke replaced the air in their choking lungs

getting harder to breathe

stumbling on seeing the dark scarecrows waiting

as if the soldiers baiting!

 

From the corner of their eyes shapes made them turn

and fire erratically at nothing

they longed for this ground search to be concluded

as the emotions were unfamiliar

deep thoughts ravaged their minds making them pound

no rest here would be found!

 

This fear not only for the dead but the restless souls

as if all those who they had killed

were back to claim their lives sending them to purgatory

they had split into two groups

reunited in the square satisfied all was clear until a thud

then saw the patch of blood!

 

Diving for cover for one too late passed through his heart

even more figures congregated

the sniper spotted by a small piece of falling masonry

quickly taken out now had to leave

retreating along the same route without more men lost

knowing a line was crossed!

 

Every step being pursued by the scarecrow phantoms

even at the retrieval point

now ringed into a tight formation back to back stood

as more surrounded them

thinking they were doomed heard the chopper drone

to rescue them from the unknown!

 

The dust swirled as it descended then touched down

scrambling towards their escape

survivors and dead mate fatigued ran at the shapes

evaporating as they charged through

left traumatized reached the craft and jumped on

from here had to be gone!

 

Rising up high saw the scarecrows massing staring up

relief made the tears fall

cheering loudly had safely left the horror far behind

it was short lived as by the door

from nowhere arose what taunted them on the ground

even in the air the soldiers found!

 

Back at headquarters realised the mission a failure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

That Moment Of birth!

That moment of a birth the joy and pride

expectations for the perfect future

but often this is not always the fairy tale story

of many whose lives are of misery

and squalor brought up in a violent background

guns and bombs the only sound!

 

Hounded with families out of their natural homes

through history the pattern repeats

stability is something that millions can never know

forced to be nomadic not by choice

some overcome adversity and find the good path

others it will lead to wrath!

 

It has to be said even those in theory who are born

into society’s good life stray

humans can too often be easily led the wrong way

poverty is far from misguiding

for those who have the misfortune to live that life

facing years of this strife!

 

Help is offered in different ways in these catastrophes

aid to support and give a little hope

countries involved do not seem to help their people

relying on aid from western countries

yet hatred and tribal disputes over centuries exist

and hope of peace many do resist!

 

Major nations pursue to take sides violence persists

the compassion factor ignored

corruption or greed has always been in our makeup

nothing has changed in that process

even with the unstable and endless human unrest

is there still not much to be blest?

 

I refuse to give up the belief in mankind just yet!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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