Stark!

Stark extending into the distance

to those whose fingers

clenched it in forlorn desperation

the fence the barrier

to an existence with such brutality

an endless living misery

imprisoned within their homeland

any hope of freedom banned!

 

Children growing up with real hate

watching their people die

the only weapons stones and faith

ever waiting for justice

as the world viewed the brutality

seemingly unable to stop

the genocide escalating within

their plight a hidden sin!

 

From behind the fence blank faces

observed their persecutors

with steely determination and fire

never to submit or surrender

of their rightful country nor culture

to any corrupt oppressors

proud to stand up to be counted

no matter the threats mounted!

 

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Underground!

His heart pounded feeling tense

relieved to shelter as rain fell

heading into the underground

his normal daily activity

after work in the city of London

end of the week loomed

regular trip home to his village

a contrast from daily rage!

 

Noticed the atmosphere changed

people still scurried about

usually too busy for interaction

yet this evening so different

staring at each other as if agitated

lighting seemed dimmer

within knew something was wrong

nor busker singing her song!

 

Down on the steep moving escalator

that made him feel faint

unsettling the airflow became heavy

specs of red like a trail

covered the usually pristine flooring

whaling sounds echoed

in the tunnels of the underground

now on platform southbound!

 

Normally crowded nobody was here

corpus amounts of blood

spread out as if bodies were dragged

heading into the dark tunnels

the smell of death made him retch

being the only person there

heard scratching noises very close by

as a creature above him did fly!

 

Falling over it then hovered overhead

as another monster crawled

upon the platform human like walking

upon all for limbs like a dog

panicking slipping on the bloody trail

fighting off the thing above

managed to reach the ascending stairs

as flying beast his flesh tears!

 

Then a yelling group of young passengers

scrambled on the escalator

fighting each other wildly trying to escape

climbing over the bodies

those who had succumbed to the savagery

swooping down on victims

many tumbling to the writhing horror below

with no strength had to let go!

 

He and a the few still able to run unaided

reached unresponsive gates

had to climb over in desperation to escape

neared the exit folding gates

but were locked as if staff quickly departed

trapping them within to expire

certain their fate was sealed it slid back

enough to avoid final attack!

 

Only four stood shaking were evacuated

thankful to have been liberated!

 

But this was not the only invasion from below!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Turmoil!

A world in turmoil desperation endless war

forever on nuclear alert

where a continuously rising population

live on the edge of disaster

fed information the elite want us to hear

the truth never made clear!

 

Conflicts are perpetual few ever resolved

countless humans slaughtered

to keep the wealth for wars flowing in

no thought for the misery

or destruction of these nations generations

with endless peace delegations!

 

No limit on money spent for deadly weapons

yet to help the masses there is none

population outgrowing all natural resources

animal species no longer exist

their land needed for profitable items to grow

most extinct the rest on death row!

 

Constant threats of world nuclear annihilation

as yet the buttons not pressed

but so many nasty devices could do the job

maybe a pulse beam or microwaves

a complete computer shutdown or starvation

could equally bring our obliteration!

 

As we get through another day is our history

true or just a fabrication

conspiracy theories could well contain truth

proving we are manipulated

to believe material gain is the only objective

the elite view us in a dark perspective!

 

Enjoy these moments of freedom and joy

before our leaders all of us destroy!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Touch

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.

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