Despised!-#TheFoureyedPoet.

Starving health poor they cowered

in the dirt and sewage

oppressed and desperate for mercy

that was never shown

makeshift tents the only protection

from blistering heat

and the merciless cold of the night

in an endless plight!

An enemy who despised their being

treated as subhuman

had nothing it had been destroyed

every move watched

as soldiers often raided their lives

condemned by society

yet their spirit and beliefs remained

even though contained!

Rights to their land were given away

in poverty did stay

hoping that sanity could be restored

the killings stopped

they were willing to share the land

finding a way to peace

there were to many with evil intent

their extermination hell-bent!

Can there ever be unity between humans?

 

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Quiet Day!

To him a quiet day had thought

leaving his regular place of work

no warning in cross fire caught

strangers in shadows did lurk

so happy as he walked that way

bang pain on the ground he lay!

 

Nothing could ever be done again

a gun culture taken another soul

an increasing number now slain

society with a souring death toll

crime does rule our way of living

beings merciless never forgiving!

 

Here so many futures taken away

afraid to speak safety in doubt

emotions kept behind sad eyes

families in danger if found out

a vicious circle to be dwelling in

the barrier of protection is thin!

 

Without his dignity there he did lay!

 

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Tattoo!

Always embarrassed at the weird design

of the tattoo on his arm

found it when he awoke with a hangover

a night out with the lads

only months before but seemed like years

getting nothing but sneers!

 

Even family shunned him afraid to be near

life was hell with the tattoo

painful constantly throbbing had little sleep

never believed in spirits

yet the face scared him felt very unclean

his actions becoming obscene!

 

As the long dark cold winter nights began

the tattoo glowed in the void

that urge to kill for blood overcame him

a deep voice directed his actions

the once gentle soul had gone evermore

soon becoming part of folklore!

 

Stalking the shadows in black hooded cloak

a phantom silent and merciless

never leaving any clues or victims to tell

of their deadly encounter

that expressionless face and knife in his fist

any pleas for mercy dismissed!

 

Soon society would know the evil was back

for in a new host it was Jack!

 

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Beware Of Dark Secrets!

He always seemed to be sitting  alone staring

nobody approached his table

observing the people passing like a camera

probing their personal lives

noting every detail through his cold eyes

what intentions within lies?

 

But when he wanted to be was so charming

to gain the trust of his victim

making them feel with him they were safe

concealing his true motives

in fact he had no moral standards to meet

being a creature of deceit!

 

Had always been a loner since childhood

being merciless and cruel

yet he sat relaxed with his usual half-smile

his life was an unknown

seemed to be a man of means dressed smart

unnoticed he did depart!

 

The serial killer embarked on another mission

his victim he had selected

like a business man going on an appointment

blending in with daily routine

none realised how near a killer they had been

soon leaving his last crime scene!

 

What you see may not be real

but an illusion being created

by those wanting to conceal

a life chosen to be fated!

 

Beware Of Dark Secrets!

 

The Foureyed Poet.