That Moment Of birth!

That moment of a birth the joy and pride

expectations for the perfect future

but often this is not always the fairy tale story

of many whose lives are of misery

and squalor brought up in a violent background

guns and bombs the only sound!

 

Hounded with families out of their natural homes

through history the pattern repeats

stability is something that millions can never know

forced to be nomadic not by choice

some overcome adversity and find the good path

others it will lead to wrath!

 

It has to be said even those in theory who are born

into society’s good life stray

humans can too often be easily led the wrong way

poverty is far from misguiding

for those who have the misfortune to live that life

facing years of this strife!

 

Help is offered in different ways in these catastrophes

aid to support and give a little hope

countries involved do not seem to help their people

relying on aid from western countries

yet hatred and tribal disputes over centuries exist

and hope of peace many do resist!

 

Major nations pursue to take sides violence persists

the compassion factor ignored

corruption or greed has always been in our makeup

nothing has changed in that process

even with the unstable and endless human unrest

is there still not much to be blest?

 

I refuse to give up the belief in mankind just yet!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Fulfillment Or Failure?

Is every breathing second filled with happiness

decisions we made brought us fulfillment

good fortune love and an orderly disposition

or memories relate a different outlook

where there is no passion and we have failed

and a life that is totally derailed!

 

How will mankind’s reign one day be defined

of his cruelty and earths destruction

rage and violence deeds against his own race

absolutely no concern for life itself

will anybody remain to record the final debris

doubtful to zero possibility!

 

The time of man’s existence is but a single blink

can it be written as fulfillment

or massive failure draining the earth resources

as a race who never respected

the environment it relied on or those created

each through greed decimated!

 

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.

 

 

 

Power!

Above our heads and below our feet

electricity surges onward

power lines linked like huge arteries

giving life to a rising public

increasing demand for easy existence

could end without resistance!

 

Man never stable nor servile creatures

always wanting to dominate

all other species living on this planet

like gods in his approach

not respecting earth his only base

as more dangers we face!

 

Continuous conflicts and power struggles

drastically divides rich and poor

greed tribal violence and sectarian hate

that power starts to falter

resources are dwindling as the need rises

a future filled with bad surprises!

 

The Foureyed Poet.