Peaceful Protest!

He himself was there for the peaceful protest

no intention of causing violence

until a large group in masks carrying weapons

held in leather-covered hands

yet soon found himself there betwixt the battle

his conscience it did rattle!

 

Good humour was amongst the many around

with the purpose of protest

but by peaceful endeavour was their intent

families the young and elderly

together to express their joint disagreement

between them an even temperament!

 

Police kept well back joining in with the activity

almost a carnival atmosphere

weather was good many onlookers waved happily

until the first foul language heard

as chunks of paving slabs flew passed their heads

with the start of anarchy threads!

 

Calm organised protest became a screaming mob

children pushed falling scared

parents trying to protect their brood panic-stricken

barriers became lethal weapons

nobody was immune from brutal abuse or aggression

and growing scenes of oppression!

 

No more a family event of sympathetic mutual protest

as blows hit damaging human bodies

vicious uncontrollable violence as the mob surged

dispersing cries of pain and despair

placards now trampled under steel toe capped boots

rapidly returning to their tribal roots!

 

Pepper spray thrust into the mix no smiles but tears

uncontrollable hatred as body fluids spilt

camera crews watched eager for the thugs to perform

law and order became hard to enforce

that moment of genuine purpose was now totally lost

the chance of genuine dissent tossed!

 

The young man could only run with rest of the crowd

stopping with a laceration above his eye

smoke now lingering over the scene like a shroud

as the evil our freedom did deny!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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Billionaire!

In the king size leather chair at the top of the tower

the billionaire surveyed the city below

now he was the ruler of his kingdom and people

who believed his every word

within his mind and being certain them understood

his intentions its said were good!

 

Though from unbelievable wealth totally certain

could achieve his full schedule

protecting his subjects from any ruthless enemies

never himself struggling to survive

nor ever evicted from the place he called home

the streets in all weathers to roam!

 

Accumulating huge debts that you could not repay

or standing in a food bank queue

paying your taxes all of your life but still in debt

not entitled to benefits to ease hardship

sleeping in those wet streets chilling your bones

nobody sympathetic to your groans!

 

Where even a small coffee is too expensive to buy

walking the only mode to get about

that constant fear of violence or hopelessness near

no warm abode or a safe dry bed

the divide so immense how could he comprehend

to his tower most would not ascend!

 

Comfortable in his leather chair promised he did care

but his vast fortune would never share!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

The Calling!

Knew it was A risk in the wilderness

but had the calling to come

since he was a child this was his aim

at first the weather was fine

he had brought minimum provisions

seen this place in his visions!

 

This was his predestined lifes mission

had prayed for guidance

had worried parents from a young age

dedicated and well-studied

at twenty knew told them he must go

his family’s misgivings did show!

 

That morning he set off on his mission

rode his rebuilt motorbike

an emotional parting then he was gone

happy that day had come

parked then carried a large backpack

heading up the twisty track!

 

Now absorbed by natural surroundings

within his own thoughts

seemed oblivious to the many creatures

was contented raising his arms

praying loudly and walked as if guided

all needs would be provided!

 

Had no doubt waited his whole life for this

by the fast pure waterfall

drank the pure nectar and settled down

nightfall rapidly approached

under the stars at last he was satisfied

his future would not be denied!

 

He had no fear knew god protected him

this was a hallowed ground

here was untainted by mans savage hand

within was purified of his sins

now with the power and love in his soul

was ready to accept his role!

 

Headed home ready to become the good priest!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Deep Truth!

In his mind deep thoughts teased the reality

sensed a connection with aliens

yet it stayed hidden as if not meant to know

inquisitive to find out more

read about theories that the earth was flat

it seems many believe that!

 

An illusion the stars and planets do not exist

just a hologram projection

but where did the astronauts go if not space

are we just an experiment

living on a massive sound stage or zoo

what honestly is really true?

 

Of ancient giants and united nations flag

depicting earth is not a globe

frustrated that the concepts were possible

troubled the truth not been told

as weather patterns were becoming bizarre

had mans ingenuity gone too far?

 

Or locked in the brains of every human being

the path to confirm the truth

there is an overflow of misleading information

with to many out there certain

the facts they are explaining to you are correct

and these we should not reject!

 

But where do rockets go if there is no outer space

suddenly within six months

the surge to say it’s flat and not as we were told

a spinning round mother earth

satellites for navigation and the space station

what is the real explanation?

 

Most can only believe what they are told or see

easily manipulated how to think

good and evil mega rich and increasing poverty

third world war a predication

disasters natural and created by faceless elite

and ever-present blatant deceit!

 

What deep truth is hidden from the masses?

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

Powerful!

Powerful he stood leader of the mighty nation

once they set the standard

for its authority self-approval and egotism

an economy of immense wealth

the glory days have faded no longer in control

lost now that almighty role!

 

Corruption and mistrust sour the ruling party

fear of another invasion

has weakened its structure as well as self belief

with more violence flaring

law enforcement is under a rising onslaught

where in the middle caught!

 

Other major powers are an unpredictable threat

they seem to follow satan’s law

where humankind are of no importance at all

our destruction a by-product

the separation between good and evil merging

the annihilation of cultures surging!

 

Will future leaders guide us from these dark forces

or take us further down fatal courses?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

News Years Eve!

Hundreds of thousands gathered eagerly waiting

for the new year to begin

intently watching the hands on a clock face turn

towards the midnight hour

each with their own story to tell of the past year

good and bad soon to disappear!

 

Drunk sober rich poor at this moment were equal

focused on the passing of time

their lives older at each stroke and second gone

some with hope others anguish

stood next to each other facing the unknown

a short lived unity shown!

 

That realisation that every one had the same goal

exchanging banter and hugs

problems and differences were of no importance

bitterness hatred did not exist

as the chimes began to strike the midnight hour

the massive fireworks did tower!

 

Like the cleansing and burning of twelve months

and their anticipation renewed

on new years eve a fresh beginning or same trek

none really knew what awaited

as the weather deteriorated together celebrated

time to cheer not be deflated!

 

Who knows just what mankind or nature has planned!

We can only hope it is A Happy New Year!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Epitaph!

Frank was an ordinary hard-working man

leaving school at fifteen

finding work in a garage where he stayed

doing an apprenticeship

settling down with Jenny for a good life

happily never any strife.

 

I knew them well I met a nice young woman

we often went out together

he had three children my spouse and I four

the years were pretty good

my route took me into the medical field

nice to see people healed.

 

Lost contact for sometime I got divorced

next we met was a surprise

it was while on duty said his Jenny was ill

in the intensive care unit

later heard she had passed from this life

his precious wonderful wife.

 

After the funeral tried to keep in touch

but our worlds had changed

read in the paper he had won the lottery

what amount had no idea

really pleased for him deserving a break

and for the children’s sake!

 

Last I heard moved away to the south coast

bought a nice little bungalow

a real shame it came too late for his partner

but now could play more golf

both about the same age that I remember

heard sad news last December!

 

Maybe the hazard of winning the money

burglars broken in one night

thinking no doubt there was much to take

the place was ransacked

received awful injuries never recovered

a day before being discovered!

 

It was Frank’s daughter who contacted me

though saw it on the news

a genuine hard-working man taken to early

by those where greed ruled

the mind-set was just their material  greed

no remorse leaving him to bleed!

 

This my Epitaph for Frank just a nice ordinary man!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Quiet Coven!

The five young women sat at the table

not wearing tall pointed hats

or cloaks they were not gnarled hags

the witches were in disguise

no indications there was no way to tell

here to conjure up a spell!

 

All blending in with their surroundings

certain nobody was aware

looking beautiful not showing their age

from ancient times spawn

sat in a huddle centred on their ground

the intentions were profound!

 

Very comfortable in these violent times

manipulating adding to chaos

soon their circle was again complete

now in a different dimension

reclaiming this sacred site of evil deeds

able to fulfill the devils needs!

 

Within this zone their true forms revealed

unchecked evil spells recited

the world already in turmoil and torment

wanting to seal human fate

yet therein the brewing caldron of darkness

a being of good did caress!

 

Like tales of mighty battles of good and evil

it came to face witches of hell

from a place of light goodness eternal peace

invading their unholy domain

with a cosmic intensity of uncorrupted light

freeing mankind from this plight!

 

Unknown to the billions of living human kind

this time righteousness was defined!

 

But the battle rages on all around us!

 

The quiet coven would be back!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Sunday

Sunday use to be the day of rest

all was quiet wherever you went.

Little or no traffic then not a pest

every one was full of good intent.

Peace and quiet the family together

simple pleasures lasting forever.

 

Nobody rushed it was a day to unwind

aroma of dinner was always around.

A snooze to digest and chill the mind

precious times to enjoy was found.

Laughter filled the house on this  day

after tea time for games to play.

 

Life has changed to a much faster pace

no moment to waste today it seems.

Rushing work and play like a race

relaxation is only in their dreams.

Not happy with cards or leisurely walk

or get together and simply talk.

 

Those times now just part of our history!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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