Microwave Masts!

Nobody took any notice of the microwave masts

naturally thinking they were for a signal

for better mobile phone services rising demand

even when they were sprouting like weeds

no suspicions nor fears were being expressed

at that time the dangers not processed!

 

Wherever you turned another mast was planted

huge cables ominously snaked up to the top

placed within many populated residential areas

and above busy shopping centres world-wide

schools to were targeted for the masts to stand

it was though it had been pre-planned!

 

Soon complaints of ill-health and deaths emerged

even animals were not exempt from the scourge

authorities these worries just simply ignored

independent researchers used special detectors

accurately registering the microwave omissions

nobody nearby of the risks had their suspicions!

 

High readings were gathered going off the scale

yet there was an acceptance nothing we can do

they were placed no matter what was thought

so every day more will appear on the skyline

be aware of what damage that they do inflict

their purpose and effect not hard to predict!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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The Queue!

The Queue of exhausted starving people

snaked back over many streets

edging its way along at a snail’s pace

just to receive a loaf of bread

soldier patrolled showing no respect

had no choice but to accept!

 

Once smart clothes shabby and worn

but wore an identity label

nobody talked or dared show emotion

money had become worthless

for the once working classes despair

their dignity stripped bare!

 

Marshall law stopped looting and riots

money had no value anymore

towns and cities lay in ruins and gutted

from fires and bomb damage

the stench of sewage death and smoke

made everybody choke!

 

The rich had been hidden safely away

in vast walled enclaves

their lives protected and unaffected

looking down like gods

upon the now decimated population

in a world of damnation!

 

But within this prophesy created hell

a brilliant light on a young man fell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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