Splashed!

Just a great day in the big city

a treat for the couple

their one annual visit was here

a tour of historic sites

look around the stores a show

happy together toe to toe!

 

Busy hustle and bustle of people

minding their own business

walking enjoying the atmosphere

heard a scooter close by

something wet on their heads fell

and life became a living hell!

 

Seconds later the pain unbearable

as flesh began to burn

everyone realised both splashed

with a corrosive liquid

was another abhorrent acid attack

time they could not backtrack!

 

From nowhere water was handed

to passersby who helped

pouring water on to damaged skin

trying to dilute the substance

ease the suffering of the innocence

with tender touch did commence!

 

The Perpetrators long gone from scene

utter disbelief a savage act

in a city centre street made no sense

or perception of their mentality

soon paramedics were there attending

the search on for those offending!

 

Both in hospital wounds being assessed

to see extent of tissue damage

as doctors frantically fought to minimise

the long term consequences

of physical restrictions to future living

mentally it would be unforgiving!

 

Such a despicable act is on the increase

mans cruelty knows no bounds

but what has changed over centuries

those just wanting to live

in peace and harmony wanting unity

without malice in every community!

 

But always those who are intent on hate

inflicting endless misery

not caring for anybody but themselves

where mercy does not exist

will take at any cost to make profit

for humanity does not give a shit!

 

Amongst us they roam devils in human form!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

Out Of Time!

They sat close yet somehow out of time

sharing  a passionate embrace

pale trying to mask their active presence

that private moment pursued

both lost in an innocence and intimacy

of such an intensity.

 

Not brash nor loud a true young love

you could feel emotion

closer bonding as each second elapsed

no lies told between them

every word true from heart and mind

their souls were aligned.

 

Sharing one cup of tea like a love ritual

she sat face hidden by a hat

every visual facial movement was hid

a private viewing for her man

their essences were entwined as one

brighter than the burning sun!

 

Out of time they went into their own  dimension!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Gallows!

High on the gallows he stood his death near

the rope tight around his neck!

Reflecting on how he ended in this position

from a respected shop keeper.

To conspirator against his beloved country

his innocence no bargaining plea!

 

Within just a few seconds would live no more

conversations with customers .

Were overheard and misconstrued by some

as plotting against the crown.

Speaking his mind on the increasing unrest

mostly said only in jest.

 

Word soon got back to parliamentary forces

and action followed swiftly.

He and the few other so-called conspirators

were dragged into court.

Tortured to confess to what they’d not done

freedom would not be won!

 

Humiliated and shunned by those once friends

his family had to escape.

Within those endless unbearable few weeks

each one was brought here.

With his last breath shouted out it was not true

trap door opened he dropped through!

 

Innocent or guilty to him it mattered no more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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