Peace surely is but a hollow word
millions of voices never heard
such pain etched on blank faces
forced to move to many places
from their homelands removed
by unknown authorities approved
ever-increasing people displaced
on the news their plight showcased
the growing masses seeking refuge
that in a short time is now a deluge
having nothing wanting a better life
but are met with simmering strife!
a crisis countries are unable to cope
society slips down a slimy rope!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
They sat shivering in the basement flat
damp and mould covered the walls
mum held her two children very tightly
trying to keep them warm and dry
no comforts her benefits had been cut
any family to her the door was shut!
Left home at fifteen fell for an older man
who showed kindness in the beginning
gave her a child then became ill and died
was just sixteen and for her he cared
his family rejected them to just as her own
on the streets with a baby all alone!
Found herself now poorly treated abused
soon realised she was pregnant again
roamed the streets until she found help
a charity cared for them until the baby
was a few months old but funds were short
the council’s assistance urgently sought!
Desperate feeling suicidal told had to wait
funding taken away for now try a friend
ended up here in the wretched filthy squat
cowering going rapidly out of her mind
drug users satisfied their addiction close by
drunks used it as a toilet so wanted to cry!
Within her had a tough will could not give up
had two babies to think about now
only had each other determined from then on
to make a better life for the three
came up from the depths of despair with hope
knew from then on could cope!
In the bright lights of London a family observed
a young woman frail yet was still smiling
never giving up there must be kindness around
they came over offering them support
in a culture of destitution and the welfare system
decimated had lost its humanity rhythm!
Months really seemed like years she wondered
in her own warm clean room
children safe both serene unaware of the plight
a short time ago found themselves in
how many there were not so fortunate still living
amongst those who were unforgiving!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
The year could be any that we may remember
the increasing violence a way of life
caused by mankind’s hand and natures power
conflicts refugees from far-flung shores
as armies invaded increasingly country borders
a new president adding to the mix
with discourse expanding throughout society
heightened that loss of security
surveillance being taken to paranoid extremes
unknown forces facing humanity
with only the few living in debauched luxury
more failed to cope with surviving
depression and suicide alarmingly escalating
new year hangovers remained the year
ahead lay uncertainty of humanities true path
as that darkness gripped the soul
a confusion had tightly entwined itself around
our chemical makeup as genders merged
evil became the way of thinking
suspicion of each other like a sickness spread
leading too many innocent dead
media outlets given scripted news for us to view
most of it later discovered untrue
reality becoming a 3D game all were consumed
the right of the individual forever doomed!
TheFoureyedPoet.
Christmas celebrations now an expensive memory
new year hangovers have abated
twenty seventeen just embedded in your thoughts
world turmoil continues
without even a moment of reflection of human cost
where compassion is lost!
Those enthusiastic resolutions are already forgotten
salaries and work a growing issue
more food banks created as the belts become tight
yet money there for public buildings
with the brexit deadline quickly looming up ahead
filling many with a sense of dread!
Europe seems more divided and a new president-elect
an air of depression lingers
for most they are resigned for yet another tough year
with the added fear of attack
the trust in politicians dividing our crowded nation
there is a need for unity and cooperation!
Sound a familiar pattern that keeps on repeating
every country has its tribulations
people have to battle on no point in weeping
with countless social frustrations
but for us to survive there must be some hope
or as problems soar we may not cope!
TheFoureyedPoet.
That touch of your soft skin as we embraced
was a sensation I had forgot
the connection of care and warmth thrilling
within my being fulfilling
it was a shock to realise I had become distant
my anger so consistent.
My relationships had always been a disaster
an emptiness had persisted
physically abused left to suffer on my own
hostility surrounded me
feeling worthless I soon lost all self-respect
believing I was a reject!
Knowing that my body was what they wanted
no kindness or love given
until that chance meeting as I contemplated
thinking of my desperation
you were the good Samaritan showed the way
saw me as a person not prey!
Your touch and gentle words gave me hope
to start again able to cope.
The Foureyed Poet.
The single young woman found it was hard
even though working
to pay the bills and the large mortgage to
she needed a lodger
providing extra income so she could cope
this really was the hope!
The lodger arrived late on an winter evening
there on the front porch
an old suitcase clasped in bony hand
speaking in a quiet voice
harsh whisper in a monotonous drone
yet had a chilling tone!
Said she had read about the room to rent
yet not contacted by phone
the owner reluctant to let her come inside
struggled paying the bills
regrettably no other enquiries received
she could only proceed.
From the first meeting doubt was embedded
within her inner fears
already the warmth of her home had waned
showed her the room
gave her approval she would take it uttered
in agreement muttered!
Moved in that night with no other luggage
went in the room in silence
the door shut yet the owner full of dread
what had she let in her house
sat in the lounge listening to the television
already regretting her decision!
Decided to sleep down in the lounge that night
later thought it was silly
to allow her imagination to spook her thoughts
the lodger would be fine
three days passed before eventually emerging
trouble began surging!
Unable to comprehend what she was doing
no food had been taken in
could not recall if the toilet had been used
not feeling well stayed inside
never been sick as this trying to think back
or so much energy lack!
The lodger crept about now mainly in the dark
the place would not heat
it was constantly cold and so many flies buzzed
always a dank mouldy smell
filled the air never had this before she came
nothing could she blame!
In the end decided had to make conversation
depression was overwhelming
even hard to climb the stairs breath short
soon outside the room stood
before she could knock the door it opened
into emptiness did descend!
Compelled to enter there saw the gaunt figure
empty eyes and almost skeletal
went to speak but there was a piercing scream
followed by a blinding light
she woke with a shudder and fell off her bed
thinking she must be dead!
Finding her heart was racing knew she was not
sat shaken on the thick rug
cold no more really went to the lodgers door
finding it was slightly open
summed up the courage to go right inside
had to face not hide!
But it was empty the lodger seemed to have left
the tension and fear had lifted
the odours and flies were not about any more
though she had not existed
strange had it been an awful nightmare she had
certainly never had one that bad!
Came home from work around seven that evening
got herself something to eat
then there was a faint tap upon the front door
wondering who it could be
nobody usually called at this time without a call
went to answer it down the hall!
Devastated to see a thin pale girl holding a suitcase
within her bony hand!
The Foureyed Poet.
He sat muttering to himself his cup empty
the coffee drained he longed more
others avoided him thinking he had issues
in fact he was lonely and depressed
no money for another drink life was aimless
with living could not careless!
It had been forever since he had lost touch
with his three young children
a career and future ended in the recession
stress became unbearable
the wife he loved left him could not cope
for Ted there was no hope!
He was just one in a whirlpool of many!
He disappeared and was never found!
The Foureyed Poet.
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