Wreckage!

Erected in the centre of a huge hanger it stood

thousands of wreckage pieces

now twisted and burned into many shapes

being carefully reconstructed

on wire frames to assist in the investigation

analyzed to find an explanation!

 

It had taken several months just to get this far

crashing in an actual war zone

the deceased innocent victims not respected

their return too long for families

traumatized even more by this added insult

so many in this conflict caught!

 

The international teams unable to gain access

an unprecedented political block

for such a callous act raising the world tension

with no respect for the dead

holding back the solving of a barbaric crime

the scene degrading with time!

 

It was calculated to be a sophisticated missile

origin and perpetrators queried

no longer of any interest to those who started

their journeys full of excitement

and expectation of reaching their destinations

returning safely back to their relations!

 

Life we know can be so cruel nobody is immune

from what fate or destiny has in store

each day embraced and every second savoured

too much misery fills our planet

only as one surely a short life could be enjoyed

but far too many stare into the void!

 

But can there be more sinister facts to be told

has the truth ever been fully revealed

to the public on stories reported in our news

those images created for us to view

may not be what they seem just an illusion

to divide and generate confusion!

 

Ever my thoughts are with those in mourning

and victims who died with no warning!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Looking Down!

Looking down at my young clear skin

full of energy and hope

innocent not seeing any fear around

a life time ahead of me

then no internet nor mobile phones

robots and human clones!

 

Less complicated not the pressures

vinyl records and cassettes

shops closed Sundays families spoke

safe for children outside

being able to grow in natural stages

not endless exam pages!

 

Today I look down at my ageing skin

struggling to keep warm

nobody calls or ever bothers to visit

harder to pay rising bills

families split lacking close support

respect no longer taught!

 

The elderly are considered a burden

in this faltering society

where corruption affects everybody

greed no compassion

services shut for lack of funds its said

on egg shells we do tread`!

 

Life may have been hard but people cared

kindness and help freely shared!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Compelled!

She knew it was not her actions but compelled

by the evil spirit within

where it had found her she had no knowledge

continuously really scared

had tried to seek help from a the local priest

but this was a powerful beast!

 

Dominating to the point of complete control

whenever it so desired

turning this sweet innocent young woman

into a predatory monster

charm oozing from every orifice and pore

until the victims ran no more!

 

She always looked beautiful a pleasure to meet

funny a captivating female

men were lured into the chameleons deadly lair

then the mask was removed

revealing the grotesque creature escape futile

carnage created for while!

 

From that first pleasant meeting it soon changed

to screaming obscenities

before any chance of detection just evaporated

returning in a new location

the woman trapped now helpless and horrified

suffering and inwardly died!

 

Compelled the real soul within had become lost

but a small spark remained

finding that tiny moment of reality she arrived

at that church doorway

an observant mature priest spotted here there

of her plight was aware!

 

An experienced exorcist was careful on approach

not to arouse the beast

lured it covertly into a secure and sealed room

tying the battered body

in a heavy oak chair bolted firmly to the solid floor

was it too late he was not sure!

 

The desperate battle to expel evil had begun

could her weak possessed soul survive?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Knife Attack!

The teenager stood seething anger in his eyes

with a knife gripped in his trembling hand.

it was not fear he felt that night but hatred

confronting a stranger in a drunken rage

then in one motion he plunged in the blade.

again into the youths chest blood sprayed!

 

 

The perpetrator of this vile and senseless act

smirked without emotion in his pitiless eyes.

still gripping the knife he just ran away

leaving an innocent young life dying.

as a group of people like ghouls starred

not one tried to help none of them cared!

 

Police in force then cordoned off the scene

as the victim was rushed to the hospital

any hope faded fast and sadly he died

soon flowers were being left at the site

where a pointless death transpired tonight!

 

According to statistics it is said violent crime

was rapidly on the decline

even one death leaves devastation behind

the tension has not evaporated

there is always that simmering provocation

anger and lack of cooperation!

 

The risk is always present on the streets!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

He Waited!

A nagging voice kept speaking inside his head

making him shudder and dread lights out.

In eight hours he knew he could well be dead

hoping his appeal would have some clout.

Laying down upon a sweat soaked single bed

absorbing the sounds of the prison cell.

What a fool he thought for being easily led

wanting the chance for the truth to tell.

Over and over a melodic tune kept playing

within his thoughts no way was he a killer.

For so long he had been hoping and praying

feeling the fear gripping tightly the bed pillar.

The lawyer said this was his last gasp appeal

why had his good life now turned so sour.

Panic again made him get down and kneel

as time had moved forward by another hour.

Yes like so many he had been guided to god

for the strength to face his impending end.

Totally trapped he was inside a man-made pod

he touched a letter his children had penned.

Writing they missed their mum but loved him

crying alone unable to be with his children now.

The darkness was oppressive in a situation so grim

why had he shouted at his wife calling her a cow.

Never before had they argued in their married life

but the money pressure was getting them uptight.

He stormed out for a break never touching the knife

going for a walk returning regretting the fight

Realising the children were upstairs hopefully asleep

entering the house with remorse a  such a mess.

Stunned saw his wife on the floor a knife buried deep

running to see the children now feeling the stress.

They were fine awake sensing something was wrong

as he sat trying to comprehend what he had seen.

Sirens could be heard outside he now had to be strong

remembering the shouting in that terrible scene.

Becoming a big blur being arrested the kids taken away

everything pointed to him the future looked bleak.

The authorities  and media said he would have to pay

from a loving family execution the law would seek.

So in a short time the sentence could be carried out

a plea of  innocence was a familiar begging cry.

For the prosecution he was guilty they had no doubt

everything he had said had to be  one big lie

he may have loved them all but he had killed her

the true facts of the case may never be known

What happened on that fateful night what did occur

was life that cruel was his fate really sewn?

 

Nobody else as yet had been apprehended for the crime

commuted to life was doing his time!

 

His faith the only comfort he waited to be proved innocent!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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