Maiden Voyage!

From its moorings the liner headed out to sea

the decks and shore filled with people

cheering loudly happy and excitedly watching

en route on its maiden voyage

no hint of the horrors that would materialize

to this day many still agonies!

 

The truth behind the sinking still in question

as yet another theory emerges

an uncontrollable fire in the ships coal bunkers

was raging when it left port

prestige and money outweighed human cost

as hundreds of lives were lost!

 

It is surmised long before the departure date

the fire was originally discovered

the task would be no problem to extinguish

but the bunkers were full

nobody knew when the initial ignition occurred

as the twists and turns of fate stirred!

 

Even as the excitement increased for passengers

families tearfully saying goodbye

there was no visible sign to an innocent throng

the deception continued on

the ship set off on its only voyage and into history

leaving that lingering mystery!

 

Too many unanswered questions remain to this day

unease of what really happened

never goes away as more hidden evidence discovered

what is yet to be brought into sight

will it ever be known the veracity of that fateful night

full disclosure of these souls true plight!

 

 

That is a question there is no certainty can be resolved!

 

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Consciousness!

The stench of death made him wretch he cried

amongst the dead rifle in hand

at his feet an enemy soldier he had just slain

with gaping stomach wounds

the battle was over the enemy had retreated

for now they had been defeated!

 

Weary with the horrors of this endless combat

ordered to return to base

he walked with stealth back to the transport

no words spoken to his comrades

overhead helicopter gunships flew very low

the adrenaline within did still flow!

 

As the dust made them splutter and cough

the soldier became mindful

of a bright orb following the military convoy

night had fallen as they arrived

disembarking near to their barrack block

of the day began to take stock!

 

For he could not forget his actions that day

after midnight could not sleep

had the urge to go outside for some night air

soon noticing the glowing sky

compelled to move closer to this angelic core

the serenity so wanted more!

 

Venturing to a far corner of the desert camp

no guards were to be seen

sank to his knees feeling a glorious presence

the brightness consumed him

then amazing singing filled his consciousness

with this his whole being it did caress!

 

Any dark thoughts were now lost in the vision

there before him he saw

a glowing figure to him was certain it was God

though not being of any religion

his connection with killing was finished forever

and ties to the army had to sever!

 

 

Dark again but knew he had received absolution

for him this was his chance for restitution

overwhelmed certain he had truly been blessed

in the name of peace must help the oppressed!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Deep Endless Rumble!

Usually it passes late at night high in the sky

a deep rumble draws near

once I saw this huge dark shape overhead

looming with two red lights

like the eyes of a devil from above peering

upon those below leering!

 

Vibration created making the house shake

deep and ominous to those below

that same noise I have heard many times

an enigma of unknown origin

makes me wonder what in the heavens fly

that the authorities always deny!

 

From other areas and from around the globe

many have listened as well

but not seeing anything only the prolonged

disturbing unforgettable roar

that you could never put out of your mind

is it of man or yet undefined?

 

It crescendos steadily raising consternation

leaving you so uncertain

that it maybe much more than a scary noise

helpless you stare upwards

into that vast expanse really wanting to know

what horrors on us could fate throw?

 

Have you also heard the deep endless rumble?

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

 

Moment Of Relief!

That smile filled with a moment of relief

the journey long and arduous

from the horrors of war and occupation

tears gushed tension released

remembering the loss of their relations

now seeking new foundations!

 

Torn from the life they knew and loved

persecuted treated poorly

shattered lives forced to witness cruelty

and unspeakable acts

memories that would never be deleted

together never more defeated!

 

Both young and hopeful the couple gazed

from the ships upper deck

slowing as it entered the busy harbour

in their new homeland

gaunt and battle weary they embraced

as together the future faced!

 

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Forever Being Shown

Forever shown on the media as if to be proud

man’s appalling history.

Wars have always dominated human culture

through countless strife.

Carnage constantly depicted on our screens

where you see real fiends!

 

As if these are trophies proud to be shown

maybe to view our mistakes.

Film makers creating war films more graphic

documentaries digitally enhanced.

Any footage clarified raising major reactions

trying to analyse the actions.

 

Maybe we need reminding of our blunders

often the young don’t want to know.

Brought up with never ending war zones

becoming blaise to the horrors!

Many don’t even read see or hear news

interesting in personal views!

 

Violence is part of our hereditary code

natural mode physical combat.

Rather than talk it through to rationalize

so they rage ever on.

And the atrocities will I can see continue

guiltless killed by the few!

 

The human species is a breed apart!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Wooden Door!

The neighbours had heard the child’s cries

but did not want to get involved

outside the appearance was of normality

curtains closed with a sense of despair

the wooden front door shut firm and tight

a report made of possible plight!

 

A social worker came to make a first call

ominously knocking on that door

unsure she waited for someone to answer

at last a young woman opened it ajar

an unpleasant odour wafted out of there

as she spoke with a pleading stare!

 

A whimpering could be heard from inside

but she was not allowed to enter

little was said as she quickly shut that door

the social worker could do no more

making her report it was filed an at risk case

soon they had forgotten this place!

 

Weeks passed and an urgent call was made

the police were soon knocking that door

breaking it down as screaming was heard

inside was a complete scene of squalor

a child of about  ten was found nearly dead

lying still and helpless in a putrid bed!

 

They discovered a young woman distraught

trying hard to revive the poor child

two other kids ran around in a terrible state

within minutes the child was in hospital

the life signs the doctors said were not good

at his side at death his mother stood!

 

Such sadness when a child does not survive

his brother and sister taken into care

later at the enquiry each blamed the other

nothing resolved it will happen again

where is the next door with horrors to hide

desperate victims helpless inside?

 

The father never found the mother later died!

 

The Foureyed Poet.