Calm!

Calm the fields a deep green sky light blue

a day to be content on a troubled earth

no signs of the carnage turmoil or despair

prices still high roads at bursting point

but there was an order in all this chaos

when on a main road a large sinkhole

took the road tarmac down into a deep pit

and the bedrock with a roar did split!

 

There had been no warnings of the collapse

as traffic past the gaping hole consumed

every vehicles within its merciless vicinity

those behind braked hard so did not drop

next to the road a river also meandered

soon was part of the ever-expanding cavern

those there who witnessed it felt damned

plunging into the void certainly not planned!

 

Flesh and metal fused in acts unscheduled

some not so deep rescue was accomplished

as over earths surface it began to implode

deep beneath the oceans sink holes formed

sea levels dropped not as predicted to rise

these revelations not broadcast on any news

as the unprecedented disasters on us befell

as mind control kept the masses in a spell!

 

So much going on to hide the real agenda

most gripped in the battle for survival

none could see the reality as skies collided

with the crumbling and fragile terra firma

as talk for the search of a new planet grew

the landscape becoming unstable deformed

with the population forever growing restless

for gods guidance few now could careless!

 

A reflection on our spiritual and physical existence

or just another crazy conspiracy theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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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.

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