A Farce!

There was so much happening it became frightening

life was never easy but we coped

money tight bills always a headache to regularly pay

there were never ending hostilities

the news became much less uplifting stories bleak

in twenty seventeen got to a peak!

 

Reportedly down to terrorists or an unknown cause

bombs knives and gun attacks

even vehicles used to maim and kill a major fire to

the people becoming fraught

confused and out of control people became divided

less support to the masses provided!

 

Like an open sore the rich became a source of anger

as they could afford anything

owning large properties as the rest were priced out

jobs were going as robotics

replaced them in the work place and food sparse

an equal society was truly a farce!

 

The once rare sight of armed police became normal

soldiers to increased unabated

restricted access to the internet and social media

the news on television and radio

words became more phony as the same news shared

for a real nineteen eighty-four were prepared!

 

From the light mankind was plunged into the dark matrix!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Internet Connection!

Thought it a must be a bad internet connection

maybe another dam virus

had expensive protecting software installed

surely this would remove the bug

the screen went blank then came back on

saw an image the face had gone!

 

Sat back shocked checking hers was still there

then went  snowy like a television

seen in many films when the signal is lost

neither could she turn it off

decided to let the battery go completely flat

hoping that would be that!

 

Unsettled went to bed but just could not rest

woken at two hearing voices

on her own got up slipping into fluffy slippers

in the semi darkness shuffled

from her bedroom into the small sitting room

almost expecting a person to loom!

 

At first nothing standing listening in the dead air

then what sounded like gnawing

dismayed thinking it could be mice or huge rats

noticed the screen still flickering

drawn back to it a hazy picture was detectable

and there was a man definable!

 

Was this her imagination in these early hours

noise from behind rapidly grew

and certain the figure was becoming larger

what at this second could she do

a deep breath forcing herself to turn and run

when she found herself being spun!

 

Trying to scream her cords seemed paralysed

now an awful odour of decay

made her wretch as before her a monster stood

hanging flesh and long nails

of his hands grasped her arms so painfully tight

increased the finality of her plight!

 

Around her feet a mass rubbed against bare legs

now his grotesque face came close

even more excruciating pain her body succumbed

as the lifeblood was drained

the beast vaporized back into the small screen

nothing any more to be seen!

 

The computer switched off and only death was left!

 

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.

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