Warfare!

Warfare in the twenty-first century

brought on a bigger threat.

Weapons to obliterate mankind

many stand on the line.

Antagonists looking at each other

once called them brother!

 

Tension was high no more rifles

or small cannons to fire.

But huge deadly arsenals ready

without a second thought.

To wipe whole civilisations away

for domination to display!

 

Never ending conflicts few remember

those times of peace.

Refuges constantly torn from homes

and the threat of violence.

Disrupting chances to bloom and grow

natural balances cannot flow!

 

Often many opposing forces are on alert

each thinking they are right.

Glaring at radar screens from a distance

as the ground is mined.

Lives forever lost as time drifts onward

where nobody wants accord!

 

Will man ever learn before the bomb drops?

The Foureyed Poet.

Concentration!

Concentration at that moment was a priority

but he followed the bus.

Rushing somewhere nothing else important

his mind dysfunctional.

Not stopping to give at the mini roundabout

he was knocked out!

 

The other car crashed into him on his side

spinning him into a post.

Awaking in intensive care unable to move

his depression immense.

Only recently he had become a bankrupt

accused of being corrupt!

 

Those problems now didn’t matter he knew

though his  wife left years ago.

Her hatred for him had grown more intense

swore she’d ruin his life.

Draining his money paying the bills no way

creditors demanding he pay!

 

Sliding into unconsciousness a hounded man

faintly hearing alarms.

Voices and hands touching him he felt no more

gone the worries of living.

His fight was over with those who didn’t care

now he was out of there!

 

As the heart stopped his soul left the body

now finding that alluded peace!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Written!

There are countries written about in religious text

where ancient sites stand

identified through connection with holy books

that are wondrous and sacred

even after the centuries of constant hatred and war

now peace is what they need more!

 

But with conflicts embedded into hearts and minds

misery has become part of living

holy places to millions and home to millions more

in a these vast ravaged landscapes

many beliefs tearing these nations into shreds

as the violence continuously to spreads!

 

Peaceful coexistence seems to be only a theory

families killed and separated

amongst the olive groves palm trees and deserts

the proud humble and the meek

constant fear in the lands religions held so dear

can once again a saviour appear?

 

The familiar sounds of explosions and gunfire

how many more lives do we let expire?

 

Can mankind ever find the road to peace?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Was There A Man?

Was there a man sent by an all mighty god

to save and guide humanity

his own son here in a harsh roman period

talking to thousands of followers

creating miracles and healing the sick

was this real or just a clever trick?

It is not for me to make any conclusions

millions believe in their religions

though used as a reason for terrible violence

no way can I judge just quietly observe

can it now unite every people and bond

comfort those who feel wronged!

What I do not understand is the wealth

when there are many with nothing

where is that humility are we not all equal

to share the fruits amongst the flock

mother earth is our church not a dwelling

this thought I find more compelling!

As this season comes to that special day

peace and unity for this I shall pray!

The Foureyed Poet.

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Peace A Dream?

Peace this is a distant dream

for children caught in wars

hearing a child’s petrified scream

they hide behind damaged doors.

Children don’t really know

why grown ups want to kill

some with little chance to grow

but have an iron will.

It can take only split seconds

for any life to end

As terror around beckons

they must learn to defend.

A child stared so intently

into his parents eyes

holding both their hands tightly

as mum quietly cries.

Outside in rubble filled streets

endless shooting goes on

infinite blood stained white sheets

how all this is  so wrong.

Car bombs explode buildings fall

the children grow up fast

or may die beneath a wall

more victims of the blast.

Too many families still mourn

and fear the coming light

when will families not be torn

thus peace be in their sight.

But always in the darkness

hope keeps up their reserve

that conflicts will become less

with young lives to preserve.

Peace is more than just a word

often it is their own dream

so let the voices be heard

listen to them laugh not scream!

So the horrors go on unabated

never ending death and despair

passed on that perpetual hatred

never to end until we all share!

Will we see that day or is peace a dream?

The Foureyed Poet.

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