Hand In Hand!

Held hands bewildered at what surrounded them

shocked covered in thick dust

could only hold on to each other both survived

the huge blast that killed so many

children that did not understand such carnage

or how adults had such rage!

 

In their short lives had only ever known destruction

warfare that took families forever

born into the putrid odours of death cries of anguish

that never ending wail of mourning

funerals and standing by grave sides of  loved ones

and choking smoke filling their lungs!

 

Now they were alone their home and parents murdered

as a missile struck their only sanctuary

while both outside the explosion shattered many lives

parents and grandparents a brother to

lost evermorer being so young just could not understand

as together stood hand in hand!

 

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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.

 

From The Cockpit

The air force pilot had to make the decision

that could cost many lives!

From the cockpit he had the perfect view

of a village to destroy!

Orders had been given to fire the missile

the distance just over a mile.

 

Being a veteran of many theatres of war

maybe he’d seen enough.

To much slaughter with negative results

a new concept in his thinking.

The panel indicated the target locked on

in his head remembering a song.

 

Give Peace a chance he began to hum

his finger pressed the trigger.

Watching the rocket as it hit the mark

knowing civilians were there!

Flying high aloof of the scene below

watching the explosion grow!

 

From the cockpit the pilot flew away

his mission was complete.

But this time his attitude was sour

it was time to retire.

Never doubting orders in this way

conscience came into play.

 

He could not switch off like a robot

sitting in a plane.

Unleashing such destructive power

this now overwhelmed him.

Realising the aftermath of his actions

there was no retractions!

 

All he wanted now was be with his family!

 

The Foureyed Poet.