Drones!

High above us silently unnoticed they fly

watching spying often with deadly intent

being used in ever-increasing numbers

with no pilots in them to lose their lives

drones flying guided with superior skill

with perfect accuracy for the kill!

 

Drones watching waiting poised in the war

these craft soon thinking for themselves

blending in with birds and things up there

for us undetected as our lives they share

their own computer and no human control

what is the robots destined role?

 

The ultimate stealth aircraft small and lethal

carrying weapons and cameras

from fantasy to a fearsome reality they evolve

raining down their armory

like dragons on the people upon the ground

beasts with no warning or sound!

 

Now on the public a new scourge has emerged

small drones anybody can buy

with little legislation and no license required

few take any notice of the peril

flying freely ignoring dangers without any care

risking disasters and untold despair!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Eli!

The young girl walked very slowly

down a crowded and noisy street

head bowed feeling alone so lowly

not wanting to talk shuffling her feet

dejection showed in her pretty face

looking much older than her years

another statistic lost without trace

in dingy streets where evil appears

each day filled with so deep despair

forced to be abused just to survive

felt no decent human was out there

not caring if she were dead or alive

sixteen years had passed Eli by

parents threw her out at fifteen

confused upset wondering why

learning how life could be so mean

met a man she thought was nice

but he introduced her to drugs

which led in a short time to vice

he was a pimp one of many thugs

she was deep in a unable to escape

began to think death the one release

desperately contacted an old mate

who unknown had joined the police

through an inner strength and will

helping her got away from the shit

now happy at eighteen no longer ill

survived to tell had risen from the pit!

 

Joyfully a young life had been saved

from the clutches of exploitation

hoping her life from now on paved

with respect and full of celebration!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Short Journey!

Through life’s short journey that can be strenuous

emotions often dominate how we react

possessive and violence are common tendencies

mar most of our rational actions we make

such as harmony cooperation with genuine care

often is an option that’s not there!

 

Discipline and self-control not forgetting respect

is often lost when many want to have fun

out for enjoyment excessive drinking with mates

to be in good company with no violent intent

yet some do like to hurt mock and with malice kill

no remorse or hesitation to them another thrill!

 

Once in a minority this evil scourge is on the rise

who will stop them as these thugs rampage on

the law is limp seemingly unable to stop brutality

these gangs think they can do what they want

fear rules everyone is at risk on our streets today

no longer certain its safe to work or play!

 

Violence surely is an evolving human abomination

where power and wealth are above contempt

for billions forced into hopelessness and despair

policing for those trying to abide the law

is slowly withdrawn because of financial restraints

disillusioned no point making complaints!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Oozed!

The sap oozed from a gnarled tree

as though it was bleeding

on one of its low bowed branches

the rope swung slowly

deep inside the bleak suicide forest

another soul departed

each drawn to this isolated retreat

alone their end to meet!

 

Nobody could grasp their despair

this was to be journeys end

what had brought them from afar

to this haunted bleak arena

to purposely take their own lives

as if in a replayed ritual

the ghost hunters entered here

sensing all their souls near!

 

Into the forest all was silent and still

with piety had a mission to fulfill!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Little Understanding!

There seems little understanding of how others live

is common amongst those who should understand

corruption from leaders that find it hard to forgive

just wanting to rule and dominate their homeland

coldly not caring for the people’s self-preservation

as the families suffer with increasing inflation!

 

How the people are struggling with nowhere to go

endlessly wondering as their countries are dying

no support or compassion with the constant flow

lives destroyed starvation disease yet still defying

countries often judged by those at their head

with despair all around there are too many dead!

 

Surely there must be a much brighter tomorrow

can there be a strong faith to overcome sorrow

often it is the rulers creating the internal strife

while they and their cronies have the good life!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Shivering!

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 Couple!

The couple sat hugging each other

not only for love but for warmth

their roof above was the open sky

their carpet under foot cardboard

each other all they had to live for

in this day and age truly poor!

 

Yet they stayed together not bitter

nor wanting charity or empathy

once lived in a nice home good jobs

but through unemployment

their lives spiralled out of control

taking an unwelcome toll!

 

Forced into the depths of despair

illness added its heavy burden

but they had each other to share

not bitter or blaming anybody

had faith when it all seemed bleak

in unity a fresh start would seek!

 

Together they hugged each other

as a lost society rushed by

no longer caring for the destitute

without money and wealth

humanity left to grim prospects

the majority treated as rejects!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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.