Exposed!

The wind lashed with force across the land

which exposed the metal cover

covertly hidden from any human curiosity

on restricted military land

where lethal chemicals were secretly stored

the public would be appalled!

 

Underneath a large concrete and steel base

nuclear weapons there as well

primed ready for an immediate deployment

and facilities for an army

guarded twenty four seven through the year

a secret facility so near!

 

A vast complex not designed for public use

now had a raging fire

evacuation plans immediately set in motion

to clear the population

as it was becoming an unavoidable holocaust

where thousands could be lost!

 

Though their biggest worry was the radiation

if the missiles were ignited

a story not far from the real frightening truth

was broadcast as army and police

started the evacuation as the fire was fought

knowing the situation was fraught!

 

Even as the people were forced from the area

the first explosion came

that showered the air with the deadly radiation

followed by lethal chemicals

there was no chance for the fleeing population

as it spread all over the nation!

 

News agencies reported a major chemical blast

had left hundreds dead

with countless numbers also critically injured

a state of emergency declared

the authorities deception was firmly in place

once more deceiving the human race!

 

From then on martial law was upon us imposed

with a traumatized nation ruled unopposed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Before The Nation!

Before the nation many have volunteered

to join military forces

fighting for Queen and country in wars

proud to serve until death

facing many different enemies they went

with honour and good intent!

 

Politicians controlled them like chess pawns

dispensable in action

no thought for precious loyal fighting men

serving in appalling conditions

families waiting in constant concern at home

as into the abyss they roam!

 

There with comrades violence all around

often with devastating odds

campaigns of battle rage on into infinity

ravaging the once innocent

becoming oblivious in time to the carnage

as the spirit fills with rage!

 

Exhausted their courage can never be denied

against all odds heads held high with pride!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

From The Battlefield!

From the battlefield a lone horseman retreated

his comrades never to leave.

The wounded soldier holding his head high

hearing his friends pitiful cries!

Veteran of many conflicts there was no choice

he had to be their voice!

 

Proud to be the bearer of the regiments colours

he had to return to headquarters.

To report the massacre of such a heroic band

heavy in heart he had to depart.

With the risk of capture he made his way

realising ahead dangers lay!

 

From that bloody battlefield he rode on at a rise

turned to salute his comrades.

Never to ride with them again in this mortal life

he was fatally wounded.

This his last mission to make one final report

and tell them how brave they fought.

 

Somehow many days later near the headquarters

the soldier was found near death.

His horse standing firm as though protecting him

the standard firmly in his hand.

With appalling injuries he completed his obligation

and honoured by an indebted nation!

 

From the battlefield site it’s said he’s seen even now

regiment colours flying high!

 

The Fouryed Poet.

 

 

 

 

The President A Nation!

The president has been re-elected to rule

another four-year term.

Thought of as the most powerful nation

but there are changes.

In the early 21 century increasing doubt

with the economic drought!

 

Wars conflicts and major internal tragedy

had taken a terrible toll.

On this nations structure and world role

as the major driving force.

Now the balance is tilting else where

to write this should I dare?

 

Secrets and the conspiracy theories mount

lack of agencies communication!

Finance’s shifting to distant shorelines

yet the world expects!

Military and economic backing at any cost

no matter the humans lost!

 

From those times of the super power status

austere times have returned.

Internal turmoil among political parties

has unsettled the balance.

A fraught and nervous world of disorder

tension mounts on every border!

 

Natures the dominant threat to all of mankind

ways to embrace its power should we not find?

 

We look to the future with a glazed stare

in a fragile society we all share!

 

We can only pray that sanity prevails!

 

The Foureyed Poet.