Quiet Day!

To him a quiet day had thought

leaving his regular place of work

no warning in cross fire caught

strangers in shadows did lurk

so happy as he walked that way

bang pain on the ground he lay!

 

Nothing could ever be done again

a gun culture taken another soul

an increasing number now slain

society with a souring death toll

crime does rule our way of living

beings merciless never forgiving!

 

Here so many futures taken away

afraid to speak safety in doubt

emotions kept behind sad eyes

families in danger if found out

a vicious circle to be dwelling in

the barrier of protection is thin!

 

Without his dignity there he did lay!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

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Knives!

Young lives are being slaughtered by knives

law and order seems to have no power

to contain the gangs creating such strife

brutality grows not by weeks but the hour

these crimes getting rapidly out of control

with no logic to the mounting toll!

 

The gang culture has been allowed to expand

cities towns and villages none are immune

in the present climate they are in command

too often on the roadside flowers are strewn

lawlessness spreads as people are oppressed

helpless we stand as a society transgressed!

 

A bleak future violence escalates and discipline

is now lost allowing worrying complacency in

surely it extends far deeper into our culture

where nobody can see that hovering vulture!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Car!

The city centre was busy as usual

vehicles speeding and too close

even the pavement was crowded

he noticed a large dark car

windows tinted zero view of inside

no matter how hard he tried!

 

Ended up in a large department store

though there were other cars

this one made him very uncomfortable

alarm bells rang in his head

eventually managed fine more space

but it had gone without a trace!

 

There had been no alert it stayed quiet

cameras watched every move

without privacy for humans anymore

every single action analysed

amongst shoppers roamed detectives

security was their objectives!

 

Facial recognition number plate as well

no hiding place for anybody

in a culture afraid of its own population

as the public have accepted

this constant never ending observation

of our lives complete infiltration!

 

There is no private moments anymore

twenty four seven watched

for our security is the stock official cry

but how far does it extend

birth to death our movements known

we are never today alone!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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.

Lived!

They had lived here for thousands of years

generation born and died

in their culture with happiness and unity

there was nothing to fear

but the worry of drought or torrential rain

communities to sustain!

 

Risk of bandits or disputes with neighbours

but problems resolved together

or through compromise and code of honour

the children knew freedom

no hatred cruelty wars nor sense of despair

where there was mercy and care!

 

They could each exist with their own free will

until settlers came to call

no understanding for the native inhabitants

what they wanted cruelly took

driving them off their ancient and sacred land

where each made their last stand!

 

From then on that tranquillity and peace gone

that virgin land ripped apart

the resources gauged out for power and profit

from the earth they loved

live stock slaughtered their paradise now taken

from their inherited culture did awaken!

 

Survival death and misery would be their future!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Crashed!

His senses and vision were even better

even though he had aged

estimated three hundred earth years

since his craft had crashed

on this planet had to blend in or die

with a savage culture comply!

 

Near a mountain top in undergrowth

overtime had hidden his craft

such a long lonely existence he found

females but they withered

as he waited to contact his own race

from a distant planet in space!

 

Few visitors came to see him here

he was treated with suspicion

though he mastered their language

he felt no real bond with them

lived like a loner until he had urges

he was male with sexual surges!

 

Observing knew they were violent

a breed who he did not trust

now weary as they had advanced

rapidly with their technology

over such a short evolution span

since his exile still no plan!

 

His crafts equipment mostly destroyed

fears he could be detected

muted by the hope to find the means

of sending a signal home

a reluctant witness of man’s carnage

and unrelenting rage!

 

Now into the sixties watched landings

upon the earth’s only moon

it gave him the determination to try

cautiously gathered items

to make a transmitter to emit a signal

how long would be his vidual?

 

Unaware that he had drawn attention

the country’s secret service

had started watching his every move

he continued with excitement

using any viable components he found

hoping to hear a friendly sound!

 

Deep in thought and a finding meaning

to a long unwanted existence

turned on the newly constructed beacon

cried out with joy as it worked

he could only wait now in hope of success

had to leave this planet

but closing in was a military raiding team

would they shatter his dream?

 

The evening was approaching wet so cold

he could feel within himself

danger was coming knowing the sounds

around after such a long term

staring at the lit screen willing for a reply

here did not want to die!

 

His cabin was surrounded by armed men

also at that moment it happened

a beep blared from his crude made device

green flashing light and indicator

a faint sound also told him it was his race

his signal they were able to trace!

 

Heard the faint footsteps of somebody close

escaped through a tunnel

as the cabin was raided he headed away

with no intention to be caught

after living without detection for this long

could not let anything go wrong!

 

Reaching his ship set the self-destruction

peering into the skies could see

a speeding object heading to his location

this was the rescue ship

to take him home then hovered overhead

a beam shone his clothes shed!

 

Instantly elevated into the circular disk

and then the craft was gone

soldiers were upon the scene aimlessly

firing rapidly into vacant air

a huge explosion and fireball detonated

the area and men obliterated!

 

The alien was at last back with his own race

homeward in the vacuum of space!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

A Lovely Daughter!

A lovely daughter full of life and hope

spending a day with her family

catching up as she now lived far away

visiting familiar and fond places

memories that could never be erased

so much joy was raised!

 

Strolling along the harbour and old pier

no thought of violence in mind

a link between father and precious child

without any warning a shot

is heard then his child sinks to the floor

his emotions soon to be raw!

 

A lone figure runs quickly from the scene

concerned only with escape

leaving a stunned father holding his sibling

fatally wounded cradled  in his arms

asking for his help he was unable to give

for this atrocity hard to forgive!

 

In silence he stayed until medics arrived

sadly too late for any hope

within those seconds reality had changed

a precious life denied

real happiness taken by a culture of evil

her place nothing could fill!

 

Rest in peace another victim of a violence!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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