The only way to live our short lives
is to take each day as it comes
resolute to face each coming dawn
in a respectful and positive way
in peace helping others if we can
unifying people on an equal stand
stopping endless wars and sorrow
hope for a brighter tomorrow!
#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?
Bright flashing Christmas lights are everywhere you turn
families enjoying the ever-increasing expensive fare
the time when Peace and Goodwill should be around
prices rising yet expectations by excited children high
to what they want to receive from old Santa Clause
do the youngsters appreciate just how lucky they are
when once modest presents were given and enjoyed
now expensive gifts are demanded simplicity is void!
Unbelievable still today another side to the season
many without anywhere to live or money to spend
struggling to survive facing cold and no prospects
each with a different reason for their state of living
desperately lonely a society not keen on giving
where many rely on benefits and charities for hope
especially at Christmas when compassion is sort
adding mercy love and a genuine kind thought!
That season is here prices higher than ever before
the affluent have no real care for those floundering
not for them food banks their only way to eat
nor fearing the court bailiffs banging on their door
is it not a myth the season of Peace and Goodwill
as death and destruction of humanity is in overkill!!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
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.
She could see trees blowing
no wind touched her skin
floating above the ground
without pain nor any stress
just that sensation of peace
from all the turmoil release!
Could see herself far below
laying lifeless in bushes
many birds around her flew
heard angelic voices singing
a light shone clouds parted
this earthly life departed!
Into the realms on high rose
fading away the death scene
misery and suffering below
leaving the evil to rage on
family to grief her passing
but remembered everlasting!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
There were no warnings as the ground shook
furniture tipped over crockery smashed
panic overwhelmed the startled population
seemed too powerful for an after shock
wide cracks appeared in the fertile ground
rising up like a mass burial mound!
From that once stable happy environment
a good life of fun pleasure and unity
a heaven on earth without hate or violence
far from the despicable created misery
this community lived unnoticed in peace
until that moment hope did cease!
Had been said there were volcanoes beneath
but after so long complacency grew
until it was triggered and dreams were gone
just escaping the inferno as magnum
gushed into the fresh open air lava flowed
to all nearby no mercy was showed!
The destruction of the virtual reality society
instigated not only by mankind
but the might of an earth now fighting back
as unprecedented natural disasters
began to plague a weary battered civilization
into fearing this was damnation!
Humans thought they were in total control
found their part was only a minor role!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
Being at university was such an achievement
all the studying had paid off
even got her first choice it snapped into place
to study her chosen subject
occult history feeling she had been born before
was desperate to learn more!
Belonged to a group many would think a cult
that did not worship God
she had mixed thoughts so had been cast out
wanting to research herself
knew she had powers was able to communicate
with the unseen and translate!
The deep-rooted awareness made her vulnerable
so consumed in her own awakening
had not anticipated a satanic cult existed here
were closing to draw her within
their established grasp as it was part of the fabric
an ancient evil and influential click!
Led by the principal who had ruled the teachers
students to had been gathered
even as she settled into her studies sensed trouble
this was when her true powers
began to formulate into a force for enlightenment
born to bring society into alignment!
At the time this was her first test to face the evil
here she met a special teacher
was selected to be a guide and spiritual mentor
not part of this embedded sect
young and susceptible not realising danger near
others would follow her path here!
Born to bring back love respect and peace to billions!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
What has changed over the many centuries
brave men and women volunteer
to serve and fight for their countries in wars
thrust into those endless conflicts
giving their lives souls and many body parts
there after breaking families hearts!
Peace just a word that has been used to entice
those with that pride to protect
the humanity that they are each a small part
who are willing to suffer and die
through shocking hardships and real brutality
yet can man change his mentality?
While those who instigate plans profit stay safe
and weapons from nations kill
those they say their freedom fight to protect
lines are blurred who is the enemy
millions continue to be eliminated on the front line
the end to the butchery no sign!
Another year has come when we remember them
the fallen graves spread over the fields
some its only a name many there is no name at all
giving the ultimate sacrifice their lives
yet nothing changes the unrest continues to grow
the bloodshed ever onward’s doth flow!
I remember those who believed in their loyalty
without question went with pride
hopefully bringing everlasting peace to humanity
through their armed resistance
yet still wait for that moment of world unity
that final end to so much hostility!
In my humility stand silently to remember the fallen!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
He pondered why was the motorway empty
during the busy time of day
even the vehicles behind stopped overtaking
coming to a service area pulled in
but nobody was here the place void of life
not even his radio worked now
panic set in it was as though only he existed
into another dimension drifted!
Could see the entrance there was a brightness
felt compelled to walk to it
sensed no more fear or doubt as he advanced
focused on the building ahead
that was shimmering brought deep peace within
then realized he was no longer alone
smiling a young woman stood on his right side
at each other both seemed mystified!
On the busy motorway the carriageways blocked
emergency crews fighting to release
a young man from his crushed car and on its roof
in the ambulance a twenty something
woman lay unconscious intubated on a drip feed
but heart stopped now unresponsive
paramedics shaken as to her injuries did succumb
as this was not the expected outcome!
The male cut free placed him in a second ambulance
but his vital signs were faint
regrettably his heart to stopped and he was deceased
there had been no other casualties
with a sombre mood amongst all the attending crews
the scene was left for investigation
their bodies taken to the hospital pathology department
the paramedics for them both did lament!
Neither of them had any recollection of a fatal accident
as together held each others hand
the doors opened they stepped into pure serene light
before them a tunnel and glorious sound
filled with a peace glided in love and untainted delight
their souls freed they were heaven bound!
TheFoureyedPoet.
They had lived here for thousands of years
generation born and died
in their culture with happiness and unity
there was nothing to fear
but the worry of drought or torrential rain
communities to sustain!
Risk of bandits or disputes with neighbours
but problems resolved together
or through compromise and code of honour
the children knew freedom
no hatred cruelty wars nor sense of despair
where there was mercy and care!
They could each exist with their own free will
until settlers came to call
no understanding for the native inhabitants
what they wanted cruelly took
driving them off their ancient and sacred land
where each made their last stand!
From then on that tranquillity and peace gone
that virgin land ripped apart
the resources gauged out for power and profit
from the earth they loved
live stock slaughtered their paradise now taken
from their inherited culture did awaken!
Survival death and misery would be their future!
TheFoureyedPoet.
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