Blank!

The screen is blank nothing works anymore

so many did not believe it would happen

the end was not by any nuclear or alien war

but by a complete computer network hack

everything just stopped life was suspended

as chaos on human life rapidly descended!

 

Everything was manipulated by the computers

water electricity and gas supplies halted

planes trains even the driverless cars useless

it brought living to the finality end of days

from a society though corrupt was operational

to becoming one of  being totally dysfunctional!

 

The cooling systems in the power stations stopped

every one of them becoming critical and exploding

spewing radiation into an already contaminated air

sewage filled the oceans and disease was rife

every screen was like staring into the pits of hell

as the nations turned on each other and fell!

 

Those with foresight somehow managed to last longer

but could only stay underground for a certain time

not having the facilities or organisation of the elite

who found themselves defeated by their miscalculations

a destructive virus causing an irrevocable shutdown

in the end like us all in their own filth did drown!

 

In despair I end my message as life is sustainable no more!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Billionaire!

In the king size leather chair at the top of the tower

the billionaire surveyed the city below

now he was the ruler of his kingdom and people

who believed his every word

within his mind and being certain them understood

his intentions its said were good!

 

Though from unbelievable wealth totally certain

could achieve his full schedule

protecting his subjects from any ruthless enemies

never himself struggling to survive

nor ever evicted from the place he called home

the streets in all weathers to roam!

 

Accumulating huge debts that you could not repay

or standing in a food bank queue

paying your taxes all of your life but still in debt

not entitled to benefits to ease hardship

sleeping in those wet streets chilling your bones

nobody sympathetic to your groans!

 

Where even a small coffee is too expensive to buy

walking the only mode to get about

that constant fear of violence or hopelessness near

no warm abode or a safe dry bed

the divide so immense how could he comprehend

to his tower most would not ascend!

 

Comfortable in his leather chair promised he did care

but his vast fortune would never share!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

The Queue!

The Queue of exhausted starving people

snaked back over many streets

edging its way along at a snail’s pace

just to receive a loaf of bread

soldier patrolled showing no respect

had no choice but to accept!

 

Once smart clothes shabby and worn

but wore an identity label

nobody talked or dared show emotion

money had become worthless

for the once working classes despair

their dignity stripped bare!

 

Marshall law stopped looting and riots

money had no value anymore

towns and cities lay in ruins and gutted

from fires and bomb damage

the stench of sewage death and smoke

made everybody choke!

 

The rich had been hidden safely away

in vast walled enclaves

their lives protected and unaffected

looking down like gods

upon the now decimated population

in a world of damnation!

 

But within this prophesy created hell

a brilliant light on a young man fell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Before Me!

There before me she sat all alone

on the station platform

nobody else was about to be seen

so pretty yet a sad stare

was distracted as the train neared

glancing back had disappeared!

 

A tightening of my stomach retching

such pain overcame me

distressing images in my mind’s eye

of an endless despair

on that empty platform standing alone

feelings never before known!

 

There was no train had been imagination

for a few seconds saw

below on the line the body of the woman

then she was gone

shaken became rational once again

so came a real train!

 

Leaving that place the memory has remained

lingering impressions stayed

was it the restless spirit of a suicide victim

caught in that fatal moment

forever etched on the fabric of the location

was my only explanation!

 

To this day the images still haunt me!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Never!

As he lay mortally wounded he reflected

on his life and love

the love that never did come his way

feelings of despair

knowing maybe she did exist somewhere

their lives never to share!

Many thoughts flashed by in split seconds

sadness became magnified

a longing in his life that was never shared

she would never know him

nor could he know her but in a dream

how cruel his fate did seem!

With that memory quietly slipped away

never in life to reach that day!

The Foureyed Poet.

Birth Of A Child!

That joy at the birth of your child

the harsh reality of life

many children born into misery

where they struggle

to survive without love or care

no hope just despair!

 

That gift of life should be cherished

not allowed to die

born into poverty or loveless home

neglected or forgotten

created through an act of violence

a child with no defence!

 

Just an unwanted living human being

given no love or compassion

around war-torn places and poverty

families pushed around

like herds of frightened cattle driven

and no compassion given!

 

This may not be in countries of conflicts

children find no care

such awful crimes do happen anywhere

they are our future

and deserve the chance of a decent life

without constant strife!

 

Most children are wanted and happily grow

but too many that love never know!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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The Dam!

Legend had told of the land being cursed

by an American Indian Chief!

As white settlers wanted to expand

to build a huge Dam!

Swamping sacred lands and birthright

they couldn’t win this fight.

 

The dam was built a pumping house erected

from the start didn’t go well.

As villages disappeared below deep waters

family graves out of reach!

Those working on the project started to die

the question asked was why?

 

When completed it leaked the work abandoned

the reasons never told!

Bosses couldn’t admit why it all went wrong

was this by unnatural forces?

Had torment and callous treatment left its mark

in the building bleak and stark!

 

Those that went in had seen and heard things

they couldn’t rationally explain.

A paranormal team entered tense and anxious

of what they could expect!

Not only shadows but physical contact as well

within the rotting shell!

 

The three were securely locked in from the dusk

until the following dawn!

As the weather outside became a violent storm

they started their search.

Voices and sounds on digital recorders clear

there was ghostly activity here!

 

One of them did a lone vigil in an isolated office

said by many to be haunted.

Through a thermal device his heat image seen

as a dark figure walked behind!

Those watching felt the chill of the evidence

it was surreal and tense!

 

Another of the group thought they were touched

like a hand on their shoulder!

Pitch black and so cold with the wind howling

the night went slow!

Glad when they could be released unharmed

by the morning light charmed!

 

Not once did they feel alone or without despair!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Security!

Security was not tight staff numbers very low

nobody saw them go in

an unlocked gate that was not secure

a camera not checked

the suspects just walked in unobserved

nothing was seen or heard!

 

Upon their backs suspicious brown rucksack’s

no soul around to challenge

this action would bring so much regret

as several hours later

in the railway carriage their bombs discharged

they would never be charged!

 

No discrimination for any of those injured or killed

from different backgrounds

hopelessness added to the chemicals in the air

silence followed the bang

the innocence of the victims and their kin

the aftermath would now begin!

 

No words spoken in the victim’s eyes despair

with a blank searching Stare!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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