The Year!

The year could be any that we may remember

the increasing violence a way of life

caused by mankind’s hand and natures power

conflicts refuges from far-flung shores

as armies invaded increasingly country borders

a new president adding to the mix

with discourse expanding throughout society

heightened that loss of security

surveillance being taken to paranoid extremes

unknown forces facing humanity

with only the few living in debauched luxury

more failed to cope with surviving

depression and suicide alarmingly escalating

new year hangovers remained the year

ahead lay uncertainty of humanities true path

as that darkness gripped the soul

a confusion had tightly entwined itself around

our chemical makeup as genders merged

evil became the way of thinking

suspicion of each other like a sickness spread

leaving too many innocent dead

media outlets given scripted news for us to view

most of it later discovered untrue

reality becoming a 3D game all were consumed

the right of the individual forever doomed!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Reflection!

Christmas celebrations now an expensive memory

new year hangovers have abated

twenty seventeen just embedded in your thoughts

world turmoil continues

without even a moment of reflection of human cost

where compassion is lost!

 

Those enthusiastic resolutions are already forgotten

salaries and work a growing issue

more food banks created as the belts become tight

yet money there for public buildings

with the brexit deadline quickly looming up ahead

filling many with a sense of dread!

 

Europe seems more divided and a new president-elect

an air of depression lingers

for most they are resigned for yet another tough year

with the added fear of attack

the trust in politicians dividing our crowded nation

there is a need for unity and cooperation!

 

Sound a familiar pattern that keeps on repeating

every country has its tribulations

people have to battle on no point in weeping

with countless social frustrations

but for us to survive there must be some hope

or as problems soar we may not cope!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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