Protesting!

He stood peacefully alone protesting

driven up into a frenzy

by skilled antagonistic paid lackeys

to express his rights

in his beliefs of a much fairer society

but was cut down

with a baton held by a man in uniform

left bleeding so forlorn!

 

Had wanted no trouble just to be heard

a humble good person

worked hard to keep his family safe

never demanding too much

but watched the rich always up grading

while most suffered

laid beaten and broken no mercy shown

on the ground dying alone!

 

Thugs departed friends gathered around!

 

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Shelter!

The shelter bleak empty and vandalised

was a familiar sight each day

attracting many odd characters to hover

like flies around dog poo

a base for the youngsters to plan trouble

not such an angelic hubble!

 

Glass replaced with plastic this to shattered

now left to decay with rubbish

intimate moments it was for many a haven

where characters gathered

weed smoked drugs to often exchanged

also dodgy business arranged!

 

If it could speak interesting tales could tell

the shelter also a landmark

for years the law just turned a blind eye

but when the object was found

the gatherings abruptly curtailed evermore

so revitalised the folklore!

 

The glowing rock just appeared from the sky

making a big hole causing a fire

this stopped the regulars from going to close

some were curious so approached

instantly incinerated as the rest dispersed

but everybody was coerced!

 

Unmarked vehicles and helicopters arrived

they were all rounded up

efficiently loaded on to trucks and removed

an airtight box was placed nearby

two robots carefully placed the object within

a major clean up did begin!

 

Being the only witness just escaping their grasp

watched and took photos as proof

thought I had escaped unnoticed but they knew

now on the run in fear of dying

the newspaper editor read with amazement

contents of an envelope to him sent!

 

At that time had no idea of the fatal ramification

soon realised it would lead to our damnation!

 

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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!

 

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Eternally!

Eternally the conflicts with no everlasting accord

the children suffering and dying

the grieving families living in squalor and rubble

cries for mercy and peace

as the shells and bombs rained down evermore

who were the enemy nobody sure!

 

The misery continues the guns are never silent

so many torn from their homelands

hidden agendas are pursued the people victims

land scorched buildings flattened

a constant movement of wretched humanity

caught up in the insanity!

 

How the many yearn for that feeling of friendship

when all nations can unite

earth home for humankind to find that respect

know that we are all one people

hand in hand solving problems without threat

when hatred and anger we can forget!

 

Maybe just a dream but the thought gives a spark of hope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet

 

Forming!

From the gentle clear blue sky

it changed in an instance

angry red clouds were forming

a crescendo of loud booms

shook the ground beneath me

yet nowhere to flee!

 

No longer that peaceful haven

familiar places burnt

searing and incandescent heat

choking smoke displaced

that sweet exhilarating pure air

in the blinding glare!

 

From a tranquil picturesque scene

into an image of a hell

no warning of impending conflict

upon this scorched earth

life eradicated profuse projectiles

of deadly nuclear missiles!

 

Then darkness filled the heavens

the survivors cowered

most dying of radiation poisoning

as the cycle had started

on a human race that never learned

the ancient planet still turned!

 

Those who had instigated Armageddon

the selected few hid below

in large underground secure cities

feeling safe and detached

from the carnage upon the surface

eradication of the human race!

 

Is this another conspiracy theory?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Kiss

As he laid dying in the hospital unit

no family to say goodbye

alone since his precious wife’s death

living on his memories

few friends always two inseparable

living by their own rule.

 

Even now reminiscing her gentle kiss

that gave him such warmth

a purpose to go and work each day

knowing she was waiting

and another kiss when he returned

for those days he yearned.

 

Unable to move far relying on others

his thoughts were fading

yet remembered his love and her kiss

making his last days good

that moment came he joined his wife

forever in another life!

 

Nurses found him his lips puckered in a kiss!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

He Said!

He said to his sister who found him dying

from a self-inflicted knife wound

how sorry that he was leaving this way

unable to face life any more

and try to contact from beyond the grave

but no reasons he gave!

 

Loving her brother thought they were close

never realised he was so sad

regret clouded life as  she waited patiently

to make contact as he said

facts began to emerge of his mounting debt

threats for payment not met!

 

They were twins and sensed he was unhappy

travelling from her home abroad

hoping she would find him safe and well

that her intuition must be wrong

yet as she approach his apartment entrance

the dread within was immense!

 

Six long months had passed and still there

just having to stay in his place

putting her life on indefinite hold waiting

for that sign because he said

then a tap on the door rushing to open it

feeling scared she had to admit!

 

Standing before her a pretty young woman

with a baby held in her arms

crying said she was the brothers girl friend

they’d argued and broke up

not realising at the time she was pregnant

but to come back was her intent!

 

He still didn’t know she so wanted to tell him

but had no contact from him

knowing his problems found it hard to come

now she knew the awful truth

in the apartment they sat and his baby son

there was a unity of one!

 

The radio came on with no help from them

a song played they recognised

his favourite and the room became cool

they smelt his after shave

and knew they were not on their own in here

her brother to them was near!

 

Though her brother had taken his own life

she felt close to his son

the girlfriend moved in it really felt right

and sister stayed knowing

that what he said had really come true

now the family was complete to!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

A Simple Pleasure

A simple pleasure that I enjoy

to sit and look about me.

With fervent beliefs to employ

just to be here and free.

 

Doing nothing but observe

absorbing with my senses.

Enjoying each turn and curve

as every moment commences.

 

No use of physical energy

let your mind roam.

Nobody’s a friend or an enemy

viewing even from home.

 

All around there’s love and hate

violence and peace

Mingled in life’s big debate

as instability’s on the increase.

 

Violence infiltrates our souls

nobody’s immune from dying.

As life takes many roles

on each hope I’m not prying

 

Trying to be In a neutral position

watching earthly evolution.

A bystanders in natures mission

for which you have no solution.

 

A grain of sand in a desert

all I can be is alert!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Their Bones Beneath!

Their bones lay beneath blood soaked dirt

harrowing stories to be told

slaughter and suffering of millions of men

shame upon the instigators of war

cries of despair pain an unanswered pray

with no other soul to share!

• Men stuck deep in mud unable to move

officers shooting their own men

to end their suffering in a lingering hell

here fighting day and night!

in the filth and water filled trenches

rats and no resting benches!

• Soldiers who were boys in the battle

should have been home at school

instead dying in a ferocious needless war

so many went so few came home

forever remembered for their sacrifice

lost generations a terrible price!

• Trenches like coffins how can we ever understand
• how did it get so out of hand!

The Foureyed Poet.