Remember!

What has changed over the many centuries

brave men and women volunteer

to serve and fight for their countries in wars

thrust into those endless conflicts

giving their lives souls and many body parts

there after breaking families hearts!

 

Peace just a word that has been used to entice

those with that pride to protect

the humanity that they are each a small part

who are willing to suffer and die

through shocking hardships and real brutality

yet can man change his mentality?

 

While those who instigate plans profit stay safe

and weapons from nations kill

those they say their freedom fight to protect

lines are blurred who is the enemy

millions continue to be eliminated on the front line

the end to the butchery no sign!

 

Another year has come when we remember them

the fallen graves spread over the fields

some its only a name many there is no name at all

giving the ultimate sacrifice their lives

yet nothing changes the unrest continues to grow

the bloodshed ever onward’s doth flow!

 

I remember those who believed in their loyalty

without question went with pride

hopefully bringing everlasting peace to humanity

through their armed resistance

yet still wait for that moment of world unity

that final end to so much hostility!

 

In my humility stand silently to remember the fallen!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Perpetual!

Perpetual wars ravage the battered ground

graves littered with the bones

of billions of corpses with countless tales

each could tell of their misery

harrowing demise through the carnage

of ever fed human rage!

 

Easily led and guided through their traditions

beliefs by convincing leaders

able to cultivate the hate and violence within

assistants given to promote

inflaming conflicts so they  rapidly expand

to once peaceful and friendly land!

 

Poverty covers large parts of a weary earth

scared with the warfare

as the environment adds to the desperation

a cataclysmic scenario nears

as the mega rich in their mighty towers rule

oversee us so arrogant and cruel!

 

What is the truth that surely has yet to be told

what deceptions existed

that we have assumed were honestly authentic

what is there actually to fear

as each day brings another unnerving suspicion

society heads towards decomposition!

 

Resources dwindling the population on overload

communications expanding

not for the reconciliation of a peaceful civilisation

as death and warfare boosted

technology advancing faster than we understand

life now for most is no wonderland!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Tattered Flag!

On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag

the only indication of the battle

long forgotten the torment of lost innocence

or names of the fallen soldiers

one more conflict where nothing had been won

there a feeling of death still hung!

 

Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell

young lives ended in torment

grass now covered the site and sheep grazed

where restless souls still roam

no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite

as two armies clash in the fight!

 

Silence is what greets the visitor to this field

pleasant during daylight hours

as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low

and voices have been heard

crying out longingly on the endless breeze

rustling the grass and trees!

 

The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute

to those nameless soldiers

from long ago whose spirits will never leave

all those families of the fallen

remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice

in war a cruel and futile device!

 

The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Graves Of The Dead!

The Teenagers were passing the grave yard

on a late summers evening.

Thinking it would be great fun to explore

the graves of the dead!

Young and foolish crossed the threshold

into decay and mould.

 

Large black birds were settling on grave stones

others flew menacingly above.

They should not have mocked those who passed

or broken into the church.

But amongst deep shadows and wooden beams

the girls let out piercing screams!

 

More Birds hung low above their heads menacingly

terrifying in their presence.

As the group tried to leave cowled figures hovered

then vanished as they ran out!

But this added to their excitement a bigger thrill

as the earth was no longer still!

 

No respect for where they were now a new game

playing hide and seek.

Pushing over headstones trampling the flowers

now dark they didn’t care!

Thinking the grave yard their new playground

but something nasty they’d found.

 

From a grave in the far corner earth now parted

it rose to an erect position.

They were all distracted and didn’t see it coming

one moved away from the rest.

This vengeful living dead took his victims heart

as they intended to depart.

 

Searching for their mate didn’t expect to find

his body on the path!

Fun turned to fear as they ran to the low wall

but none could escape.

In different directions they frantically went

but evil on them was intent!

 

The busy vicar came very early the next day

seeing the graves were in disarray.

Shocked that anybody would do such a thing

and telephoned the cops.

Who found four deceased bodies and two living

but mad had the evil been forgiving!

 

No suspects were ever found for the crime!

but nobody played near the graves again!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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