Birth!

Had taken so long to pluck up courage

at the airport time to ponder the past

born forty-two years on this very day

now alone waiting to board a plane

did not tell the parents or try to explain

her hidden feelings of hurt and pain!

 

Knew she was abandoned from birth

brought up in an orphanage until ten

then foster homes were she suffered

abused pleas for help were ignored

attempted suicide a cry for support

in a vicious cycle had been caught!

 

Eventually she found loving parents

when seventeen and was adopted

guiding a young woman to sanity

married but divorced had one child

now grown up and turned out fine

who had brought back the sunshine!

 

This journey had to be done all alone

to meet the woman who gave her life

yet forsaken the child soon after birth

what truths would be unearthed!

 

The countdown to her heritage had begun!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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War!

The battle was lost thousands of dead mutilated comrades

lay silent guns still firing their deadly shells

pounding the ground all around as the shrapnel flew

many containing radioactive material

that put those breathing in danger of over exposure

drones now dominated the skies

long past need for human guidance had their own brain

the machines on earth did reign!

 

The war had become a reality mankind fought to remain

on their home for millions of years

created artificial intelligence to assist and enhance lives

but from the heralded blessing

now a curse classed themselves superior us as inferior

had long surpassed our capabilities

infiltrated all aspect of our lives from birth to final breath

even disposing of our bodies after death!

 

Most weapons in their control transport and computing to

groups had always been suspicious

keeping older weapons and machinery not needing robots

to operate as most systems had become

resistants spread now below hiding deep underground

where the elite had been hiding

but they were soon obliterated by their own creations

accidentally achieving their aspirations!

 

Self replicating there was little hope for depleted mortals

but with that bloody survival spirit

somehow would never surrender to the hideous machines

as they walked upon the crushed bones

of lost comrades and close family always remembered

as the fires raged and earth shook

clung onto the hope that the saviour they had forsaken

from this hell would our souls awaken!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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