Stark!

Stark extending into the distance

to those whose fingers

clenched it in forlorn desperation

the fence the barrier

to an existence with such brutality

an endless living misery

imprisoned within their homeland

any hope of freedom banned!

 

Children growing up with real hate

watching their people die

the only weapons stones and faith

ever waiting for justice

as the world viewed the brutality

seemingly unable to stop

the genocide escalating within

their plight a hidden sin!

 

From behind the fence blank faces

observed their persecutors

with steely determination and fire

never to submit or surrender

of their rightful country nor culture

to any corrupt oppressors

proud to stand up to be counted

no matter the threats mounted!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Derelict!

It was for a dare that the youngsters agreed

to explore the derelict house

meeting outside on a Saturday afternoon

the eldest fourteen and a bit

he was thought of as big brother to the rest

not for much longer one of the best!

 

Wanting to probe the house others avoided

his idea not wanting to go alone

now the reluctant foursome stood together

sneaking through a hole

in the back garden fence next to wasteland

trying to be an intrepid band!

 

All they had was each other and their torches

it did not look inviting

downstairs the glass was broken or cracked

the outer door ripped off

inner one was half-open the older lad Lance

entering not afraid to advance!

 

The youngest Lilly did not want to go inside

but a growl and shaking bush

made her run and grab big sister Lee’s hand

surprised let out a loud yell

words in large red letters daubed on each wall

then saw movement in the hall!

 

Now bunched together feeling very frightened

the kitchen door slammed shut

training their torches could see nothing there

but Lance wanted to search more

little Leanne started crying asking to leave

a man was watching she did believe!

 

Moving on through the derelict lower floor

a dragging sound was heard

as if coming down the now collapsed stairs

but nothing could be seen

yet little Leanne said again about the man

as each viewed the floor plan!

 

The girls voices now rising to a petrified shrill

reluctantly Lance admitted

this was far too much for him to take anymore

as a plank of wood flew in the air

helping them through a glass less window frame

admitted it was a mistake they came!

 

Covered in dust quickly headed back to the fence

but felt compelled for a last look

everyone saw the figure of a girl staring at them

at this ran panic-stricken home

the parents were never told just what occurred

what the children had seen and heard!

 

They seemed to go their separate ways after that

the eldest Lance discovered girls

as for the other they stayed at home every night

the house was demolished

soon on the site several dwellings were erected

but in weeks bad things were detected!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Conspiracy Or Fact?

Over fifty years have passed since those shots

echoed over the excited crowds

a nation’s history changed course ever after

and another conspiracy born

a president assassinated in an american state

forever creating major debate!

 

The killer they told the world was only one

but within two days he died

conflicting facts to this day never added up

many theories linger on

why did most witnesses have fatal accidents

resulting from these events?

 

The one fact most seem to agree the grass bank

gun fire came from its top

where a man height fence went the whole length

a wound angle confirmed

yet debate rages on who really was the killer

more intrigue than a fiction thriller!

 

The burning question who was actually behind it

to most has never been proved

there are many theories and reconstructions

adding fuel creating a legend

born from that shocking and infamous day

where conspiracy will not go away!

 

Can it be said the truth one day will be told

we wait to see if it does unfold!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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