Lived!

They had lived here for thousands of years

generation born and died

in their culture with happiness and unity

there was nothing to fear

but the worry of drought or torrential rain

communities to sustain!

 

Risk of bandits or disputes with neighbours

but problems resolved together

or through compromise and code of honour

the children knew freedom

no hatred cruelty wars nor sense of despair

where there was mercy and care!

 

They could each exist with their own free will

until settlers came to call

no understanding for the native inhabitants

what they wanted cruelly took

driving them off their ancient and sacred land

where each made their last stand!

 

From then on that tranquillity and peace gone

that virgin land ripped apart

the resources gauged out for power and profit

from the earth they loved

live stock slaughtered their paradise now taken

from their inherited culture did awaken!

 

Survival death and misery would be their future!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Sun!

The sun shines down upon the earth

still shinning bright after millions of years

viewing the turmoil and countless births

all the humans with their hopes and fears!

 

Wherever you go there are lonely people

young and elderly often on their own

healthy strong those weak the feeble

the sun looks down on all of them alone!

 

Rich poor live in different spheres

a small percentage enjoy all fruits of life

while the rest struggle to survive and hurl

thoughts of bitterness for those who thrive!

 

Yes the sun shines down upon our old earth

though time moves on generations come and go

earth changes little like the rolling surf

homo sapiens pass with not much to show!

 

Earth will still be here long after we have faded!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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Monstrous!

Years after the monstrous events had passed

the buildings a vile reminder

of the atrocities thrust upon an innocent people

nothing stirred no birds sang

not even insects wanted to go anywhere near

only the ghosts were still here!

 

Though empty in a dilapidated condition today

deep depression fills the area

surrounding lands and air stifling oppressive

bombarded by unseen whispers

you are unable to imagine or even comprehend

to such depravity did descend!

 

Seemingly miles of rusting barbed wire fences

guard towers peering down

on long rotting wooden huts many destroyed

brutality treated subhuman

images seen by the world from not so long ago

lessons not learned we know!

 

Here lay the families their last resting place

generations obliterated

denied their birth right a chance to exist

through the tribulations and joy

degradation and death their ghosts remain

of the people who were slain!

 

Onward the butchery of those who want peace!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

On Haunted Ground!

Civil wars must leave such terrible scars

upon a nations memories

what influence on future generations

embedded in their culture

from across the big pond does it exist

those ghosts that persist?

 

On haunted ground do their spirits roam

three hunters wanted to see

out onto the battlefields dared venture

over vast silent earth

respectful of those lives now long passed

and all remnants now masked!

 

Setting their feet upon these acres of green

to find out for themselves

if they could communicate with soldiers gone

delicately on graves to tread

wandering in darkness and the atmosphere

would they want to appear?

 

Electronic equipment at hand ready to be used

to capture any paranormal events

deep sadness now consumed their open minds

as sounds of gunfire was heard

cannons and muskets echoed across the fields

how many times had soldiers yield!

 

There was nobody else to cause those sounds

in that eerie chilling stillness

asking boldly on which side had  they fought

on the recorder a voice was caught

saying confederate in a voice rasping and low

who it was they could not know!

 

The dawn broke and the three were exhausted

leaving they were sure with proof

that in these old fields of many bloody battles

there unresting spirits existed

seeking that rest that had long been denied

but also a sense of pride!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

All That Remain Now!

Is it not sad old pictures are all that remain now

of a towns varied and historic past

many buildings have been demolished somehow

the excuse progress it happened too fast

those once quiet country lanes are gone forever

becoming busy noisy streets and roads

modern buildings stand the designs not so clever

byways filled with traffic of varied loads

people hurry by in a characterless town so cold

only stories to tell to hold the interest

negative vibes seem to emanate no longer old

in these priceless places they do not invest

listed buildings allowed to linger then soon decay

once in this poor state they are pulled down

if only the councils would see the harm one day

how it has become a sad and heartless town!

 

Once the character and history has been destroyed

that workmanship and craftwork is lost

with total disregard for the towns past is employed

the future generations will pay the cost!

.

The Foureyed Poet.

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