Home!

Weary and disillusioned they came home

left as boys returned old men

within their minds and damaged bodies

too many lost in the trenches

sinking and dying in deep stinking mud

for country spilling their blood!

 

Longing to be back with family at home

conditions not for any creatures

that deafening noise of exploding shells

crouching in those hell pits

like burrowing moles never dry or warm

trying to survive the brutal storm!

 

Chocking those without protective masks

mustard gas like a yellow fog

seeped in without  mercy a silent killer

nor raising heads as snipers aimed

across no mans land the soldiers waited

far away the officers debated!

 

In safety top brass making the decisions

of when they had to attack the foe

like moving chess pieces on the board

lives were put in jeopardy

for the gain of just a few feet of territory

whose was this savage glory?

 

Millions have perished so it will continue

the never ending cycle of war

peace it is said no profit can ever be made

the majority are but pawns

from the 1914 to 1918 quoted Great War

nothings changed what else is in store?

 

Surely most want peace and unity for all

or will it go on until mankind does fall?

 

The soldiers just want to go home!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Mingled!

Crowds focused on the busy city streets

none hurrying along were aware

that ghosts mingled amidst the throng

centuries of lost souls lingered

the gifted saw shapes and shadows cast

not all from distant time past!

 

To those whose minds not fully occupied

may see a figure close by

a glance then are gone left to wonder

why they disappeared so fast

but not realizing they were the deceased

who were seeking to be released!

 

Few in a chaotic society have open minds

surrounded by microwaves

unaware of these countless roving souls

from past lives gathered together

who haunt buildings streets and alleyways

within the colour spectrum haze!

 

Maybe we are not so alone as many think

with our minds not being in sync!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Crave!

How often we crave to go back in time

to change the mistakes we made

though the past is like a distant mime

every event long ago played

so easy to try and reshape the blunder

that tugs at our stressful minds

we forget those moments of wonder

bad memories linger good fade

can our lives be planned even the pain

win or fail this is meant to be so

many facets to reach for a higher plain

maybe it is best we do not know

that there is no possibility to go back

not at this point in our turbulent history

would this be a cosmic crime

what might have been stays a mystery!

 

Life for us is short ticktock! For nobody will it stop!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Refugees?

The small group of refugees stuck together

as if in a family unit

young men and women with one intent

minds aligned to hate

despising those who did not think their way

or in their beliefs pray!

 

Had it in their minds to cause the west mayhem

each focused on the same path

those who did not follow in their philosophy

were a target to harm

more twisted thinking none wanting any peace

just hatred and violence to release!

 

Through history they were not a new evil breed

but part of a radical creed

thus everybody was wrong if they did not agree

narrowly fixated without grace

within their suicidal cruel and sadistic thought

the innocent a solution sought!

 

Not caring who were the people they obliterated

or upon which powerful nation

the planet has become an endless battleground

where populations exist in fear

uncertain where any safety could ever be found

and fanatics no more their lives to hound!

 

Yet with spiralling terror when all is said and done

no matter what background most folks are one!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Cult!

There he sat cold cruel eyes surveying

the large group of women

who were mesmerized by his presence

absorbing every single word

head of a cult where he was their god

ruling them with an iron rod!

 

The family he liked to call his followers

lived in a fortified compound

his kingdom where he had total control

quoting from his written bible

and the original with his interpretation

for the religion of his creation!

 

Filled their minds with doomsday warnings

a fort with arms and provisions

each female was classed as his concubine

morality was set at his limits

as more young were drawn into this cult

only him did they all exalt!

 

Families at a loss on what could be done

unable to make any contact

even though their children did not listen

their thoughts under his control

encapsulated within this perilous society

that was of dubious piety!

 

The dangers clear but somehow proceeded

nothing good everybody knew

would come of  a narrow-minded philosophy

based in a country just staying

for the moment within its legal borderline

becoming harder to define!

 

Warnings signs were clearly visible to see

but ignored only death can I foresee!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Scarecrow Like Images!

The elite army unit cautiously entered the ruined town

after days of bombardment

followed by small arms fire being wary of snipers

now had to try and make it safe

also with the risk of hidden bombs trod carefully

and ever-present insurgency!

 

From the moment they were in the destruction sector

tension overwhelmed them

from windows and doorways there they all stood

staring but when approached

these scarecrow like images were never there

of anything living was bare!

 

Each step further within the centre was a torment

feeling enclosed with death

acrid smoke replaced the air in their choking lungs

getting harder to breathe

stumbling on seeing the dark scarecrows waiting

as if the soldiers baiting!

 

From the corner of their eyes shapes made them turn

and fire erratically at nothing

they longed for this ground search to be concluded

as the emotions were unfamiliar

deep thoughts ravaged their minds making them pound

no rest here would be found!

 

This fear not only for the dead but the restless souls

as if all those who they had killed

were back to claim their lives sending them to purgatory

they had split into two groups

reunited in the square satisfied all was clear until a thud

then saw the patch of blood!

 

Diving for cover for one too late passed through his heart

even more figures congregated

the sniper spotted by a small piece of falling masonry

quickly taken out now had to leave

retreating along the same route without more men lost

knowing a line was crossed!

 

Every step being pursued by the scarecrow phantoms

even at the retrieval point

now ringed into a tight formation back to back stood

as more surrounded them

thinking they were doomed heard the chopper drone

to rescue them from the unknown!

 

The dust swirled as it descended then touched down

scrambling towards their escape

survivors and dead mate fatigued ran at the shapes

evaporating as they charged through

left traumatized reached the craft and jumped on

from here had to be gone!

 

Rising up high saw the scarecrows massing staring up

relief made the tears fall

cheering loudly had safely left the horror far behind

it was short lived as by the door

from nowhere arose what taunted them on the ground

even in the air the soldiers found!

 

Back at headquarters realised the mission a failure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Watching!

On the dusty tank the soldiers stared intently

watching the shells strike

detonating onto the occupied enemy lines

as rockets and shell fire

was quickly returned in a never ending battle

creating vibration and rattle!

 

Each were distant from the carnage and anguish

young conscripts not hardened

warriors of  too many campaigns of aggression

again forced to protect their land

believing their cause was just without hesitation

the civilians filled with trepidation!

 

But as with all brutal conflicts it breeds more hate

resentment creating much bigger foe

a cycle of revenge and bloody savage retaliation

as the very young bitterly grow up

the horrors absorbed into impressionable minds

peace hopes fading behind closing blinds!

 

The ever mounting strife going back to long ago

hard to break historical differences

each have grievances and suspicions to tell

that seem impossible to resolve

the deaths and injuries continue to increase

can a way ever be found for peace?

 

My wishes always for a planet without wars!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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