Just!

Just to walk along any road is hard

who is around

uneven pavements rubbish thrown

the impression

of a society without responsibility

or sensitivity!

 

What if you were attacked or ill

who would help

some would go around or steal

respect is rare

any physical health disabilities

or mental instabilities!

 

The vulnerable at risk of abuse

police are stretched

likewise the ambulance services

that feeling of despair

profit comes before any integrity

or real sincerity!

 

The monsters from nightmares

cannot compare

with cruelty humans can inflict

on those with little

taking their self-respect away

when unable to pay!

 

Those on high can never grasp

the term surviving

think they understand issues

by removing funds

squeezing the will to carry on

then hope has gone!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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Compelled!

In disbelief he stared at the dead bodies

somehow was compelled

by a voice to kill these victims no choice

now in the hotel room

began to feel sick still holding the gun

realising what he had done!

 

The voice had gone quiet what was he to do

intended going to the police

inside his head it felt this would explode

shaking in a shocked state

at that second the voice softly to him spoke

no longer wanted to choke!

 

Told him to leave there was no need to grief

enemies to be eliminated

so  left the building with no more remorse

and went back to work

totally unaware of the killings he had done

in a waste bin put the gun!

 

A darkly dressed man retrieved the weapon

in another city far away

a well dressed woman walked into a diner

several men sat drinking

she looked around casually drew a hand gun

shot them walked out did not run!

 

Outside threw the gun into a large waste bin

and went to meet her friend

at once a street cleaner emptied the rubbish

another horror scene

both assassinations done by ordinary folk

who from a deep sleep had woke!

 

In another country the teenager got off a bike

into a small shop entered

where several people were just looking around

pulled up a scarf over his face

from a pocket took out a gun without hesitation

shot each one without confrontation!

 

Exactly the same pattern of events of the others

as if being told cycled off

but placing the weapon in a convenient bin nearby

this continued unabated

leaving police forces perplexed without evidence

as the crimes got more intense!

 

At this time the body count rises as more are compelled!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Bleary Eyed!

A car slowly drove into the small square

eight bungalows situated there.

Elderly residents dwelled within the walls

stopping outside number two.

Four sat bleary-eyed one a teenage girl

the smoke did thickly swirl!

 

For a laugh decided to come here for fun

decided to come for a run.

Their eyes drawn to the place next door

all they could see was a shape.

Not bothered they were being observed

making themselves heard!

 

Started throwing their rubbish all about

having fun no doubt.

Expecting police would have been called

it was part of the buzz.

None of them cared who they agitated

the excitement it accelerated!

 

Drinking and smoking no intention to go

like putting on a show.

But their gaze drawn back to the window

to the silhouette there.

A chill surged threw their bodies it was clear

time to get out of here!

 

A presence they could not really understand

was very close at hand!

 

The Foureyed Poet.