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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On The Edge!

The pressure became too much for her that night

just wanted to take off in flight

jump off a bridge or run in front of a fast train

thoughts screaming in her brain

voices would not go away impossible to pray

could not take it another day!

 

Unable get any sleep her relationship ended

something she had not intended

he just said the wrong words that really hurt

with her hand ripped his shirt

hit him in a fit of anger then just had to leave

that tension had to relieve!

 

Why she was angry one minute so manic the next

made her feel even more vexed

everything magnified to the extent of compulsion

within she now felt repulsion

increasingly becoming distant from normal reality

she became ever nearer to insanity!

 

Her friends had tried to help but it was rejected

it was though with evil infected

she now found herself on the car park top floor

how she got there unsure

as the noise in her mind became so unbearable

confused life was unrepairable!

 

Seconds later jumped in her mind flying like a bird

a faint thud witnesses heard.

bunches of flowers and tribute laid at the very spot

to her family never to be forgot

the man from whom she had the disturbing split

the shock could never get over it!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Behind The Barricade!

Behind the barricade each were equal

no distinction prevailed

expressing vocally their nation’s pride

unity of wills and passion

afraid that their identity would be lost

at an unforgivable cost!

 

From a peaceful but loud demonstration

good-humoured and fun

violence erupted and that moment gone

becoming more sinister

cries now not of joy but panic and pain

as comrades now lay slain!

 

Behind the barricades placards discarded

the tensions increasing

peaceful protests lost to a radical element

as the acrid smoke rises

from burning tyres and missiles thrown

the future now unknown!

 

The once calm and familiar city centre

streets and communal parks

now battle zones raging out of control

and the ripples of rebellion

no more talk and discussions to dwell

they enter the realms of hell!

 

On the precipice their lives on the edge!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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