Band Of Seven!

Strapped into seats on the federation prison craft

held tight and secure waited

classed as dangerous rebels on a one way trip

to a distant prison colony

on a barren planet inhospitable and volcanic

to those there seemed satanic!

 

Somewhere that nobody had ever returned

they glanced knowingly

none had any intention of heading there

all had a chance to meet

when on remand a plan was secretly devised

their escape had been analysed!

 

Even in the far off future money was power

these fugitives soon to be

freedom fighters against a brutal federation

this prophecy yet to be realized

their shackles released by a bribed guard

who provided an override card!

 

The band of seven were now on the loose

a distraction had been arranged

one an expect locksmith and known thief

guided them to the escape pods

soon after a short skirmish they ejected

from their prison disconnected!

 

Into the void now with freedom flew

yet with huge uncertainty

their plan to get away from injustice

though two were criminals

united as one their bravery did tower

against a vast corrupt power!

 

Agitators to be removed orders given

by the supreme leader

false charges to make it legal for arrest

had to continue their opposition

now fleeing hoping for a miracle to show

their supporters to grow!

 

With their captors beginning to close in

before them a vast space craft

loomed into the groups disbelieving gaze

huge just drifting in space

its awesome design made their skin prickle

the adrenaline no longer a trickle!

 

Weary in their approach in case it was a trap

found the airlock and boarded

soon realising this was an abandoned ship

the gods had smiled upon them

certain a powerful force guided their actions

this the first of their infractions!

 

Entering the bridge in awe of this alien design

ancient technology yet superior

to any of the federations space battle cruisers

without touching anything it lit up

a voice in english welcomed the new captain

and crew to the Libertain!

 

Their crusade for justice and liberty had begun

now they fight or die until victory won!

 

At hyper speed the seven headed the charge!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Free!

Within the once vast and open wilderness

where wild animals were free

passing their lives without intervention

from hunters and seekers of land

killing the prey for their breeds survival

fearing no human arrival!

 

No more their security and safety assured

as the numbers rapidly dwindle

some becoming extinct as the killing excels

left to die in agony and pain alone

poachers only interest the profits they make

not the misery they create!

 

The rich and ruthless have no mercy to give

for any destruction of animal life

nor the ever advancing human colonisation

and their shrinking habitation

creatures who should live and be protected

by many their rights not respected!

 

Man thinks on earth he is the superior being

not caring species are rapidly disappearing!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Decision!

Out of breath he staggered to the edge

not realising the sheer drop

in turmoil uncertain of what to do next

he sensed the men were close

it was meant to be a short break away

sounds here he could not stay!

 

Nowhere to run made an instant decision

there was a river far below

so jumped that was how desperate he felt

better to die than be captured

time seemed to stop closed his eyes tight

hit water adding to the plight!

 

A fast flowing river pulled him underneath

choking trying to breathe

keeping his head above water stayed afloat

until the current eased

to the rocky bank weak managed to crawl

in a muddy pool did sprawl!

 

The rest was short he could hear the dogs

an awful emotion terror

he had only asked them being lost the way

from a friendly request

they suddenly tried to drag him from his car

drove away did not get far!

 

Their shotgun pellets smashed into the glass

then bursts the rear tyres

now out of control swerved into a nearby tree

instinct gave him flight

the adrenaline gave him the strength to run

but began to feel he was done!

 

Somehow managed to stand and slowly walk

realised the pain in his arm

this was what kept him going he was the prey

for some crazy hunters today

almost crawling up and over the crest of a hill

with all his being did he will!

 

Could see a road some distance down below

a steep slope the barrier

men and hounds were closing in a shot fired

if it was his end it had to be

forcing himself over he started to roll faster

of his destiny no longer master!

 

Agony had permeated his body to weak to cry

he lay broken in a ditch

through blurred vision saw a lorry approaching

no longer caring if he existed

losing consciousness never saw the vehicle stop

nor hunters observing from the top!

 

Several days later awoke in an intensive care ward

relived he was at last safe

until he saw one of the hunters sitting by the bed

dressed in a sheriffs uniform

his uninjured arm in a handcuff clipped to a side rail

had he reached the end of the trail!

 

Petrified at the situation what was happening to him?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Silo!

The desert was flat you could never tell

that below where you stood

was a military bunker and missile silo

from a time years passed

built here on this lonely barren latitude

that had a bad attitude!

 

An everlasting reminder of mans ingenuity

negative approach to peace

of times that have gone but do still exist

creation of terror and destruction

yet for many this factor has disappeared

to die is no longer feared!

 

Thinking foolishly that all conflicts will end

is only in dreamers minds

always there simmering the spark of war

lay in wait in human culture

where somebody is ready to light the flame

so conflicts in history doth remain!

 

The silo is but one symbol of the bloody past

forever on humans the shadow cast!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Dilemma!

What an awesome future said her husband

so excited their first child

buying their own home careers on track

with care finances good

parents to taking the news in their stride

filled with happiness and pride.

 

As the months went by the baby was fine

scans were perfect to view

mum started having pains in the chest

just indigestion it must be

nothing else that it could be so a delay

before the day she had to say!

 

Test were carried out a diagnosis found

the results were back

and the conclusions not good for her

a series heart condition

needing to have major surgery or die

but she could not comply.

 

The baby would be put at a serious risk

and not likely to live

determined her child would be safe

refused the operation

until cradled in her arms protected

the decision she elected!

 

Her husband was torn between them both

understanding the decision

months passed until the thirtieth week

her condition deteriorated

urgent caesarean section had to be done

and they had a healthy son!

 

But the strain was too much for his mum

having a spinal anaesthetic

had her wish holding him in her arms

and a precious photo saved

realising she may never see him grow

that day did not let it show!

 

But she is still alive and continuous fighting

every day a precious gift!

 

The Foureyed Poet

Rivers Flowing!

Through  natural evolution the rivers flow

normal levels acceptably low

gently meandering across the fallow land

unobtrusive without demand

normally mankind’s friend just co-existing

no threats persisting!

 

But with these changes in climatic margins

patterns of disaster it brings

high winds and rain on a ferocious scale

leaving Homo sapiens frail

unable to cope the onslaught of power

all they can do is cower!

 

Tranquillity a fading part of expectation

uncertainty and consternation

routine a longed for dream of past years

many brought to tears

as property and lives are washed away

creation has no rules to obey!

 

A fine distinction from peace to total war

we are but brittle straw

easily soaked and flushed into the drains

unable to control the rains

no respect for damage on earth imposed

as options for survival posed!

 

As the misery of the weather vastly increases

and society crumbles into pieces

nature and mans induced calamities multiply

how many millions will die?

 

Will mankind nature or aliens cause our demise?

 

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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Graves Of The Dead!

The Teenagers were passing the grave yard

on a late summers evening.

Thinking it would be great fun to explore

the graves of the dead!

Young and foolish crossed the threshold

into decay and mould.

 

Large black birds were settling on grave stones

others flew menacingly above.

They should not have mocked those who passed

or broken into the church.

But amongst deep shadows and wooden beams

the girls let out piercing screams!

 

More Birds hung low above their heads menacingly

terrifying in their presence.

As the group tried to leave cowled figures hovered

then vanished as they ran out!

But this added to their excitement a bigger thrill

as the earth was no longer still!

 

No respect for where they were now a new game

playing hide and seek.

Pushing over headstones trampling the flowers

now dark they didn’t care!

Thinking the grave yard their new playground

but something nasty they’d found.

 

From a grave in the far corner earth now parted

it rose to an erect position.

They were all distracted and didn’t see it coming

one moved away from the rest.

This vengeful living dead took his victims heart

as they intended to depart.

 

Searching for their mate didn’t expect to find

his body on the path!

Fun turned to fear as they ran to the low wall

but none could escape.

In different directions they frantically went

but evil on them was intent!

 

The busy vicar came very early the next day

seeing the graves were in disarray.

Shocked that anybody would do such a thing

and telephoned the cops.

Who found four deceased bodies and two living

but mad had the evil been forgiving!

 

No suspects were ever found for the crime!

but nobody played near the graves again!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Free!

Has it not always been the right of us all

to be free from slavery?

Making our own choices not controlled

not locked up or chained!

Treated no better than a pile of rubbish

wanting to die your only wish.

 

Free to make every decision as you grow

not to be told how you think!

With your every movement manipulated

never to choose your direction.

To speak out without hostile reactions

for each of your actions!

 

In a paranoid society there’s hypersensitive

to keep their secrets.

But think nothing of the public’s privacy

as our lives are hacked!

At the moment we still have free thought

soon that to will be caught!

 

To be totally free is it just a myth?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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