Mutual Respect!

Confusion surrounded her why were they arguing

friends that were so close split

finding no common ground where once so close

families from all nations

religion no barrier to coalition and mutual respect

where everybody could interject!

 

She had grown up here feeling safe a community

with here brothers with no unrest

until a year passed the mood had rapidly changed

mistrust and drugs use expanded

population grew a dived between groups emerged

noticeably the unrest and violence surged!

 

Battles in the once quiet streets became established

that the freedom to go anywhere

had gone what she had known was now a memory

the young were drawn into crime

once could go anywhere now no go zones created

a growing anger and hatred!

 

Murders of so much of the youth minds corrupted

it was as though a hidden agenda

being implicated to take away that peace and unity

where the community joined together

money ruled the poor are treated as a sub-culture

the rich peering upon us like a preying vulture!

 

But the tide was beginning to turn as they realised

it was amongst themselves

not the wealthy that assumed knew how they felt

could bring back the respect

lacking in a society that was aligned for the greedy

and not for the majority of needy!

 

Yet the war goes on as the gap surely forever spreads

those unseen continue to treat us like plebs!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

No!

Where have they gone those days of fun

to be out with the family in the sun

simple times no television families talking

then no fear of monsters stalking

all together each Sunday for dinner and tea

that filled everybody with glee!

 

No expectations or need for material wealth

or trips to the gym for your health

plenty of plain food and that afternoon walk

happy then to simply sit and talk

computer games and smart phones yet to be

both hands and thoughts free!

 

Countryside unspoilt with no motorway blight

or endless buildings to block the sight

any news was not broadcast twenty four seven

holidays not abroad but sunny Devon!

but even then warnings of world destruction

were not broadcast like a film production!

 

Cannot deny it was far from a perfect society

far from that hope of propriety

to me seemed more contained not in your face

life was at a far slower pace

enjoyment was more simple the pressure less

no buzz word then known as stress!

 

But every decade has its ample recollections

filled with countless imperfections

catastrophes that shape the course of history

distressing cases that remain a mystery

so each new dawn we face a fresh blank day

to see if our lives continue to replay!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

Who?

Who is wandering our populated areas

many innocent people have vanished

anguished families have been in limbo

frightened where the young have gone

what is the number of the disappeared

gone most harmed it is sadly feared!

 

Anxious and desperate wait of the parents

knowing there is nothing they can do

always wondering why they are missing

empty spaces that have been left behind

sometimes closure when a body found

others hoping for a word or sound!

 

It is said often though awful maybe true

the abductors are somebody they knew

a friend or relative not a pleasant thought

anybody trusted could do such a thing

fearing the stranger not those very near

off guard as family members leer!

 

Keep your family close beware of strangers

humans a mystery even unto themselves

there are dark recesses it is said in the mind

that cannot be evaluated history has defined

those who have ventured down that evil path

its written must face their gods wrath!

 

Mankind surely is the worst predator and beast

upon all living things its hunger doth feast!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Stopped!

The SUV had stopped on a busy carriageway

cars drivers horns blaring annoyed

as it blocked the progress in their journeys

eventually an off duty cop came by

could see the driver so got out to investigate

intended with them to berate!

 

Called for assistance to help with the traffic flow

approached the vehicle with caution

noticed scorch marks upon the roof looked in

everything was still felt uneasy

tapped the window speaking no reply or reaction

could see the face lifeless and waxen!

 

With consternation guardedly opened the car door

there was a smell of burnt meat

heat coming off the still body gripping the wheel

made him retch and shudder

recoiling could do nothing for this poor bastard

too long in the job had made him hard!

 

Instincts made him ponder the actual cause

it was unusual and bloody creepy

knew this was somehow a professional hit

never seen this in his many years

scouring the skies in all directions perceived

knew his theory would no be believed!

 

Though could not detect any by sight or sound

had heard drones were deployed

their purpose maybe more than observation

these thoughts could not express

in fear of his own and families continuation

and for their eternal damnation!

 

Leaving it to the traffic division left his lips sealed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Special Day!

That special day has finally arrived

plans made hoping all is well

beginning of our adventure together

preparations completed ready

a nervous groom waits for his bride

standing nowhere to hide!

 

Soon she will walk down the aisle

two people to be joined

music starts to play nerves are taut

relieved as she is here

now together for that moment stand

promises a kiss hand in hand!

 

Behind family and friends sit watching

now smiles on your faces

turning to congratulations and praises

signing the register married

feeling of relief cameras start clicking

your married the clock is ticking!

 

Realising now two families are united

everybody happy and delighted

their perfect love match and marriage

or divorce hate then disengage!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Before The Nation!

Before the nation many have volunteered

to join military forces

fighting for Queen and country in wars

proud to serve until death

facing many different enemies they went

with honour and good intent!

 

Politicians controlled them like chess pawns

dispensable in action

no thought for precious loyal fighting men

serving in appalling conditions

families waiting in constant concern at home

as into the abyss they roam!

 

There with comrades violence all around

often with devastating odds

campaigns of battle rage on into infinity

ravaging the once innocent

becoming oblivious in time to the carnage

as the spirit fills with rage!

 

Exhausted their courage can never be denied

against all odds heads held high with pride!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

That Moment Of birth!

That moment of a birth the joy and pride

expectations for the perfect future

but often this is not always the fairy tale story

of many whose lives are of misery

and squalor brought up in a violent background

guns and bombs the only sound!

 

Hounded with families out of their natural homes

through history the pattern repeats

stability is something that millions can never know

forced to be nomadic not by choice

some overcome adversity and find the good path

others it will lead to wrath!

 

It has to be said even those in theory who are born

into society’s good life stray

humans can too often be easily led the wrong way

poverty is far from misguiding

for those who have the misfortune to live that life

facing years of this strife!

 

Help is offered in different ways in these catastrophes

aid to support and give a little hope

countries involved do not seem to help their people

relying on aid from western countries

yet hatred and tribal disputes over centuries exist

and hope of peace many do resist!

 

Major nations pursue to take sides violence persists

the compassion factor ignored

corruption or greed has always been in our makeup

nothing has changed in that process

even with the unstable and endless human unrest

is there still not much to be blest?

 

I refuse to give up the belief in mankind just yet!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Nuclear Tests!

Each tree trembled from an unnatural vibration

in front the shortcut grass

at first glance seemed empty no humans around

but a rhythmic rustling sound

the grass no longer green as millions of worms

covered it like visible germs!

 

Normally filled with families happily playing

but darkness made them leave

a vast area near wide barren desert plains

unknown to most as a test site

for  nuclear experiments decades in the past

soon repercussions would be cast!

 

Radiation had seeped down to the sandy base

and preserved fertile soil

part of plans to research radio-active fallout

yet failed to realise consequences

worms absorbing the lethal product mutating

a disaster in the making!

 

From their natural state transformed rapidly

into flesh-eating creatures

searching for prey surfacing on the grassland

sensing it was nearby

as the park rangers unwittingly approached

as on deadly ground encroached!

 

No indication as they walked to their demise

just empty bloody uniforms

slithering on until the dawn leaving a gory trail

as visitors came to find

the area cordoned off as scientists investigated

and cause of the horror deliberated!

 

The mutated worms had gone back below ground

to the cool and darkness

not until the next night would the slaughter begin

their time slot was short

in solving the abomination they unwittingly created

before it truly escalated!

 

The hours were ticking by as the night was upon them!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Unaware!

The women sat laughing outside the cafe

on a summer’s evening

joyful time with friends having a drink

happy banter relaxing

unaware of the danger now approaching

on their lives encroaching!

 

Down the other end of the long boulevard

they had no idea of a stampede

of people for no apparent reason collapsing

then writhing on the side-walk

where seconds before each stood or walked

many so excitedly talked!

 

Within minutes becoming fiendish beasts

rising to attack anybody near

as more succumbed started on each other

nobody immune to this hydra

ravaging each others flesh the wave moved

all humanity in them removed!

 

The group of women could now hear noises

awful blood curdling screams

and began to feel the frightful stampede

instinct made them stand

dashing inside as the human wave neared

seeing the horror as it appeared!

 

Petrified knowing they would be vanquished

soon helicopters were overhead

it was their blunder that let the toxin escape

from a top-secret facility

fifteen miles from the large populated area

realising it was beyond hysteria!

 

Their only option now to destroy and contain

not knowing how much pathogen

had infiltrated before the leak had been sealed

nor realising a chain reaction

had been created it was now a viral contagion

starting this unstoppable invasion!

 

Peering down upon the abominable growing chaos

in the crews minds their families

who did reside within or very near city boundaries

but  orders had to be carried out

each quietly cursed and prayed for those exposed

for now they killed unopposed!

 

As for the future this they could not predict!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Question

Why is this question being increasingly asked

when families are killed?

Not by a stranger’s hand but a family member

committing the fatal act!

The reasons it appears just cannot be found

is there a need to be profound?

 

Suddenly becoming a phenomena of humanity

that’s beginning to escalate!

Something that’s being reported a lot more

by the news media!

With disbelief of the crimes being committed

where often truth is omitted.

 

Psychologist try to understand their motives

especially where children are involved!

How loving parents take their children’s lives

brutally slaying them!

Before killing themselves a despicable act

a cruel and selfish fact!

 

Were they driven by desperation of debt

but most were rational!

Thought of as normal liked and respected

in most cases no warning!

No indication of any kind nor depressed

or violently stressed!

 

Awful how these harrowing family tragedies

continue to question our psyche.

knowing there is nothing we can do to quell it

humans are a breed apart.

Unpredictable in every action and thought

what solutions can be sought?

 

Life can be an unpredictable joy or a living hell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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