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.

 

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Microwave Masts!

Unnoticed they seem to rapidly appear

tall microwave masts

increasingly placed along busy roads

like metal beacons

upon the tops of buildings and flats

where you will never find bats!

 

It is said not all are for mobile signals

but can be used as weapons

that could destroy us the people below

surely this is just one more

conspiracy theory to scare the masses

but not the upper classes!

 

What is the truth behind these stories

that forever bombard us

becoming more frightening and bizarre

as we face the never ending

hardship and uncertain future times

and growing humanitarian crimes!

 

Before us much is hidden from sight

darkness blocking the light!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Experiment!

It stood for the very first time like a child

yet had never been born

able to think like an adult a living being

but what was he a beast

created in a laboratory an experiment

not of biological consent!

 

No mirror was within his visual range

yet a metallic surface

gave enough of its physical appearance

to even scare itself

a prototype composed of many elements

untested experiment!

 

His creators had surpassed their intellect

hatred filled his brain

all that was left of a his once human body

now the rest robotic

around lay those who thought him a thing

to a society chaos would bring!

 

Every thought corrupted with vengeance

breaking out of the lab

where secret experiments had persisted

no more from this facility

the complex was set on fire and exploded

tormentors existence eroded!

 

Out of any confines safety protocols aborted

the indestructible cyborg

entered a world he had not seen for so long

before he had been dissected

rebuilt in the name of scientific progress

it was the moment to transgress!

 

Into the early sunlight of a new day for society

the untested prototype

ventured with nothing to restrain its actions

all forces put on alert

yet without any update had no comprehension

of this rogue cyborgs intention!

 

Thinking it would be easy to destroy their blunder!

 

How wrong they were!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Afraid!

The woman was so completely afraid

she just wanted to die

her nerves now completely frayed

no longer tears to cry

the family she loved had expired

exhausted and tired!

 

One other was here in this residence

the son she had born

not normal but brooding and intense

the happiness torn

against his cunning they had no chance

as on each he did advance!

 

He saw no love nor for them any affection

void of  any emotion

like an animal caged he had no connection

by instinct not devotion

thought of them purely as his prey to stalk

on all four limbs did walk!

 

Had broken free from his shackles and prison

the beast began to roam

the smell of blood within in him his lust risen

this place a lair not home

his mother was afraid she being the last alive

had lost the will to survive!

 

Could not let her son destroy anybody outside

knew him she had to kill

it had to be done from him no longer could hide

this last act had to fulfill

sat in the nursery with her son had been born

feeling alone scared and forlorn!

 

That moment arrived sensing he was getting  near

a growl not a human sound

an odor of putrefied flesh made her task more clear

for she had been found

as the beast lunged for her body the knife she held

pierced its chest the son felled!

 

Silence for the mother lay crushed under the weight

afraid no more the monster defeated

none left to tell the frightening tale of fear and hate

or the horrors to be repeated

until one day a distant cousin knocked on the door

regretting that move for sure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

ted state

By The Ruins!

By the ruins of her home the child dazed

high winds had blown it down

terrified lost the behaviour now crazed

nothing could save the town

from the force of natures mighty power

survivors could only cower!

 

Nature takes no sides without mercy strikes

that mankind cannot control

as the instruments alarm showing the spikes

millions pay a terrible toll

as leaders battle to dominate in their wealth

affecting stability and health!

 

The pitiful sight of children and adults pleading

for basic necessities of living

increases as the climate begins to destabilize

yet sharing for many unforgiving

even the images of devastation and the dead

on humanities path will not tread!

 

Those secure in their bubble of comfort and joy

should remember nature can easily destroy!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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A New Born baby

Within your mother’s womb you were created

the new member of the family.

Part of a race of creatures called human beings

A baby soft warm and innocent.

From your snug protective home little child

you are born into the wild.

 

Happy birthday within your mothers arms

gently holding you with love.

Enjoying these moments as you start to grow

with security a family brings.

Bonding and protection with those who care

hoping they will always be there.

 

To those newly born may I wish you health and Joy

in a world neither mankind and nature will destroy!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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