Shivering!

They sat shivering in the basement flat

damp and mould covered the walls

mum held her two children very tightly

trying to keep them warm and dry

no comforts her benefits had been cut

any family to her the door was shut!

 

Left home at fifteen fell for an older man

who showed kindness in the beginning

gave her a child then became ill and died

was just sixteen and for her he cared

his family rejected them to just as her own

on the streets with a baby all alone!

 

Found herself now poorly treated abused

soon realised she was pregnant again

roamed the streets until she found help

a charity cared for them until the baby

was a few months old but funds were short

the council’s assistance urgently sought!

 

Desperate feeling suicidal told had to wait

funding taken away for now try a friend

ended up here in the wretched filthy squat

cowering going rapidly out of her mind

drug users satisfied their addiction close by

drunks used it as a toilet so wanted to cry!

 

Within her had a tough will could not give up

had two babies to think about now

only had each other determined from then on

to make a better life for the three

came up from the depths of despair with hope

knew from then on could cope!

 

In the bright lights of London a family observed

a young woman frail yet was still smiling

never giving up there must be kindness around

they came over offering them support

in a culture of destitution and the welfare system

decimated had lost its humanity rhythm!

 

Months really seemed like years she wondered

in her own warm clean room

children safe both serene unaware of the plight

a short time ago found themselves in

how many there were not so fortunate still living

amongst those who were unforgiving!

 

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Within the once vast and open wilderness

where wild animals were free

passing their lives without intervention

from hunters and seekers of land

killing the prey for their breeds survival

fearing no human arrival!

 

No more their security and safety assured

as the numbers rapidly dwindle

some becoming extinct as the killing excels

left to die in agony and pain alone

poachers only interest the profits they make

not the misery they create!

 

The rich and ruthless have no mercy to give

for any destruction of animal life

nor the ever advancing human colonisation

and their shrinking habitation

creatures who should live and be protected

by many their rights not respected!

 

Man thinks on earth he is the superior being

not caring species are rapidly disappearing!

 

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Perfect!

Such a nice neat white-painted house

it drew my attention

had to stop and admire so perfect

yet was it just a facade

a child’s swing moved on its own

by who was unknown!

 

Toys on the verandah indicated children

yet there was no sound

it appeared as if nobody lived here now

but shadows could be seen

outside the double garage stood a car

waiting to be driven bizarre!

 

The path through a white gate spotted

with dark brown stains

no other indication it was a crime scene

of horrendous brutality

here I would have been happy to reside

its secret no more could it hide!

 

The last family no longer within did live

the step son the only survivor

of five who lived and enjoyed this home

now in police custody

it was reported by a local news station

they needed more information!

 

Morbid curiosity had brought me here

even from the pavement

terror made my skin prickle with fear

as if from beyond the grave

sadness made me want to cry in sorrow

for them no tomorrow!

 

Backing away from there wanted to leave

as a child waved at me

so clearly from an upper window petrified

left the perfect house

never to return yet the images remained

what I saw unexplained!

 

The trial of the only survivor and accused

went on for several months

his defence trying to get an insanity plea

as he kept saying a voice

told him to kill his family but was rejected

guilty of murder the judge directed!

 

His sentence was to die by lethal injection

no date had been set

the news by this time had other stories

for a while it went quiet

until he was found lifeless in his prison cell

the cause nobody could tell!

 

Shortly after this he was seen by witnesses

within the garden and house

roaming about as if he was still searching

a blank expression on his face

even though he had been recently cremated

this mystery is still debated!

 

Few were keen to enter inside the perfect house!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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