The Party!

They crowded into the hotel for the party

sitting in their specific groups

on neatly laid out christmas round tables

wine flowed during the evening

music started to play increasing to blaring

inhibitions lost and more swearing!

 

The happy factor slowly began to deteriorate

aggression began to materialise

those around the tables had the urge to kill

way passed the drunken phase

some realising there was no longer joviality

at the dawn of a dark reality!

 

Niggling amongst the women turned to threats

a slap glasses and bottles throne

punches started flying around the men joined in

dancing abruptly turned to a melee

soon a battle ensued wounded scattered around

as the first casualty hit the ground!

 

Soon the wounded became deaths as the law came

this created even more trouble

as the violence spread to other parts and outside

decorations and presents lay strewn

on shiny lino and carpet along with personal gear

those able were made to clear!

 

Eventually the fighting was brought to an end

the cause had to be investigated

even now rage still simmered as police vans

came in mass to take them to jail

and growing foreboding there would be more

this was a violence not seen before!

 

High in the clouds the mutated spores began to fall

where they had lived for centuries

in another part of the country as the dance began

and they were slowly inhaled

rapidly turned the happy revellers into lunacy

there would be nowhere to flee!

 

THe Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

The Pack!

They gathered like packs of wild hounds

forever in a drunken stupor!

Numbers growing in every built up area

permanently socially disengaged.

Usually a can in their hands they hover

often causing lots of bovver!

 

Wandering amongst those who do labour

living off government benefits.

Often with a dog they seem to drag around

most pathetic and scruffy.

To society they are a becoming a rising cost

on life’s path they’re lost!

 

This growing number who do not give a toss

roam like a dysfunctional army!

Contributing nothing but causing strife

a constant disorder threat!

Growing as society begins breaking apart

from the bottom it will start!

 

Corruption envy and greed the old tale

society it will derail!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Knife Attack!

The teenager stood seething anger in his eyes

with a knife gripped in his trembling hand.

it was not fear he felt that night but hatred

confronting a stranger in a drunken rage

then in one motion he plunged in the blade.

again into the youths chest blood sprayed!

 

 

The perpetrator of this vile and senseless act

smirked without emotion in his pitiless eyes.

still gripping the knife he just ran away

leaving an innocent young life dying.

as a group of people like ghouls starred

not one tried to help none of them cared!

 

Police in force then cordoned off the scene

as the victim was rushed to the hospital

any hope faded fast and sadly he died

soon flowers were being left at the site

where a pointless death transpired tonight!

 

According to statistics it is said violent crime

was rapidly on the decline

even one death leaves devastation behind

the tension has not evaporated

there is always that simmering provocation

anger and lack of cooperation!

 

The risk is always present on the streets!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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