Proud!

She stood sixteen hands proud and strong

grey with black mane

a young horse just arrived from England

fresh and innocent

from the safety of home to the battle front

taken by the army

to carry the Captain upon her sturdy back

heading the attack!

 

Far from her master who she knew from birth

the open fields to roam

into the bloodbath of war of mud and death

a multitude of animals

keeping the war machine in constant motion

dying with the soldiers

interacting in human conflicts had no choice

no rights or voice!

 

This was a time of man and animals integrating

shown much kindness

even more brutality in of war of young lives lost

horses worked mercilessly

until they fell with the soldiers the proud mare

was tough and stubborn

wanting to be home from those she was taken

for so many were forsaken!

 

After this barbaric war had finally come to an end

there were eight million

horses mules and donkeys killed in their service

to assist perpetual greed

many were sold for meat but thankfully thousands

came back to blighty

the proud mare whose name was Belle was saved

her bravery praised!

 

Bruised and scared she came returned to the farm

she loved and knew

to open spaces free from noise and destruction

shells and shrapnel

the army officer to came home and kept in touch

both never to forget

those times of depravity and this futile carnage

of mans endless rage!

 

Belle lived happily until she succumbed to age!

 

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Tunnels!

Down into the deep cold dank tunnels

the group headed to investigate

a historic fort on the rugged coastline

protecting the nation for centuries

the ominous granite walls a landmark

what waited for then in the dark?

 

It was to be not only their first visit

no other group had entered

since the fought had been occupied

by soldiers during the war

in the forties its last official conflict

their findings could not predict!

 

Down the stone steps to a bolted gate

three apprehensive men

entering felt the rush of stale cold air

hit their faces gasped to breath

keeping together moved with vigilance

they were feeling intense!

 

Head torches piercing the deep blackness

water dripping from above

walls slimy to touch any sound magnified

in the distance a female scream

loud shouting voices to halted progress

their enthusiasm did suppress!

 

Uneasy about getting lost decided to retreat

as a deep groan then vicious push

made them turn and run in a blind terror

soon back at the entrance panting

feeling safer now pondered their evidence

implications for research immense!

 

It had been picked up by their equipment

this reinforced their commitment!

 

Knew they had to go back into the tunnels!

 

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Soldiers!

Soldiers are sent by their countries to fight

to some terrible places both near and far

violent spots where their lives are in plight

the chance each could be in a state of mar

there ordered to keep their nations free

amongst the carnage cannot always be!

 

Millions have died away from home shores

whoever the foe too often not able to stop

what is their hidden agenda we do not know

more difficult to define part of a financial crop

as in the past battles were fought one to one

easy to tell bystanders from those with a gun!

 

Pressure’s mounting as casualties are returned

nobody is certain of the true figures out there

the general public are getting very concerned

strong support for our soldiers they are aware

according to the fake media reporting each day

our lads are not being treated with fair play!

 

So many young soldiers lost in unjust warfare

families bereaved not knowing the facts

the slaughter never seems to come to an end

as the conflicts in the world evermore trend!

 

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A Farce!

There was so much happening it became frightening

life was never easy but we coped

money tight bills always a headache to regularly pay

there were never ending hostilities

the news became much less uplifting stories bleak

in twenty seventeen got to a peak!

 

Reportedly down to terrorists or an unknown cause

bombs knives and gun attacks

even vehicles used to maim and kill a major fire to

the people becoming fraught

confused and out of control people became divided

less support to the masses provided!

 

Like an open sore the rich became a source of anger

as they could afford anything

owning large properties as the rest were priced out

jobs were going as robotics

replaced them in the work place and food sparse

an equal society was truly a farce!

 

The once rare sight of armed police became normal

soldiers to increased unabated

restricted access to the internet and social media

the news on television and radio

words became more phony as the same news shared

for a real nineteen eighty-four were prepared!

 

From the light mankind was plunged into the dark matrix!

 

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Glinted!

In the distance something suddenly glinted

even though in a thick forest

the friends wandered amongst dense trees

with a touch of curiosity

their attention was now drawn to that spot

a choice to investigate or not!

 

Interest overwhelmed any thought of danger

as the light became more intense

darting at high-speed low but rising into the sky

changing colours then halting

not far ahead they ran eagerly to find the cause

without even a moment to pause!

 

Then abruptly it hovered and glowed  multicolored

small like a probe they had to feel it

strange writing around the centre warm to touch

no sound emanated from it

at first there was no panic but it became so bright

lit the area like a floodlight!

 

Shooting high above the trees as if tracking them

thinking it was going to strike

tried to find some safe cover but there was none

as they quickly backtracked

from nowhere soldiers were rapidly approaching

on their freedom encroaching!

 

The group was roughly escorted from the area

as helicopters overhead hovered

leaving them baffled at what they had witnessed

at gun point forced into their car

ordered to leave the forest without explanation

happy to leave avoiding confrontation!

 

Eventually from a safe distance could monitor

curiosity overcame apprehension

felt the air around them quiver all eyes raised

saw a huge unidentified craft

over the forest cast a dark portentous obscurity

exposing mans real unsurety!

 

 

Explosions and shells intermingled with beams

similar to lasers as helicopters fell

a small round shape flew up entered the huge ship

then it just vanished from sight

now devastation in the once peaceful woodland

as a strange wind the flames fanned!

 

While they could the friends raced from this place

ominous of what mankind would face!

 

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Scarecrow Like Images!

The elite army unit cautiously entered the ruined town

after days of bombardment

followed by small arms fire being wary of snipers

now had to try and make it safe

also with the risk of hidden bombs trod carefully

and ever-present insurgency!

 

From the moment they were in the destruction sector

tension overwhelmed them

from windows and doorways there they all stood

staring but when approached

these scarecrow like images were never there

of anything living was bare!

 

Each step further within the centre was a torment

feeling enclosed with death

acrid smoke replaced the air in their choking lungs

getting harder to breathe

stumbling on seeing the dark scarecrows waiting

as if the soldiers baiting!

 

From the corner of their eyes shapes made them turn

and fire erratically at nothing

they longed for this ground search to be concluded

as the emotions were unfamiliar

deep thoughts ravaged their minds making them pound

no rest here would be found!

 

This fear not only for the dead but the restless souls

as if all those who they had killed

were back to claim their lives sending them to purgatory

they had split into two groups

reunited in the square satisfied all was clear until a thud

then saw the patch of blood!

 

Diving for cover for one too late passed through his heart

even more figures congregated

the sniper spotted by a small piece of falling masonry

quickly taken out now had to leave

retreating along the same route without more men lost

knowing a line was crossed!

 

Every step being pursued by the scarecrow phantoms

even at the retrieval point

now ringed into a tight formation back to back stood

as more surrounded them

thinking they were doomed heard the chopper drone

to rescue them from the unknown!

 

The dust swirled as it descended then touched down

scrambling towards their escape

survivors and dead mate fatigued ran at the shapes

evaporating as they charged through

left traumatized reached the craft and jumped on

from here had to be gone!

 

Rising up high saw the scarecrows massing staring up

relief made the tears fall

cheering loudly had safely left the horror far behind

it was short lived as by the door

from nowhere arose what taunted them on the ground

even in the air the soldiers found!

 

Back at headquarters realised the mission a failure!

 

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The Violin!

Always there in his head that violin still played

over and over again so clear

a deep thought that always made him smile

the one good memory

sitting alone deep within himself never spoke

not for years the spirit broke!

 

Could not tell anyone about those nightmares

existing in the ghettos

fear and degradation treated as sub-human

trapped like ship rats

because of the origins of their birth heritage

a whole block a squalid cage!

 

What kept him and others going the playing

of that lone violin

by an incredible elderly man who never tired

gave them all a little hope

yet amongst the growing brutal treatment

a malevolent entity present!

 

Down in the cellars were not only vermin

freely scurrying unhindered

there was an abhorrent entity embedded

within the rotting fabric

an unspoken dread they could not escape

evil without a shape!

 

He was sure there was no written records

the soldiers did not care

if any disappeared they loathed his kind

it meant less to guard

as far as he could remember one survived

only his life was not deprived!

 

He had tried to block out the day he entered

those cellars the first time

persuaded by his friends as fun to explore

even then had that dread

an even darker evil lay in wait for its prey

ready for them to slay!

 

It had started well the thrill of the adventure

to take their minds off

the persecution of them and their families

in the squalid surroundings

they were forced to endure being  no life at all

preferring in the rubble to crawl!

 

He could also still hear their terrified screams

the violin music muffled it

deeper into the darkness just one candle to see

he had taken from his parents

why had it happened he always in his thought

so often the answer sought!

 

He saw the shape in the corner heard the growl

froze as the others carried on

surely they must have at least heard that sound

why had he not warned them

petrified he surmised thinking back all that time

had he caused an unforgivable crime!

 

When he could find the courage saw the shadow

grow so large and engulfed

all his precious friends he considered as family

their struggling and yelling quelled

chasing after the moving blackness was repelled

by the monster here dwelled!

 

Part of the roof fell just managed to stagger away

hurt remembered shouting

for others to come down and save all his mates

then felt himself being pulled back

but scrabbled to the street and saw on his arm

marks of the beast that did the harm!

 

None were ever found never told them the truth

physically healed forever scared

but within his mind hell was above and below him

the violin sustained his existence

until the soldiers took him forced onto a lorry

no more music deeply sorry!

 

Today alone in the elderly persons nursing home

his relatives perished in the war

still scared of the dark and every shadow he saw

expecting to be swallowed by the beast

in a world of misery waited for his dying day

listening to that violin play!

 

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The Tattered Flag!

On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag

the only indication of the battle

long forgotten the torment of lost innocence

or names of the fallen soldiers

one more conflict where nothing had been won

there a feeling of death still hung!

 

Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell

young lives ended in torment

grass now covered the site and sheep grazed

where restless souls still roam

no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite

as two armies clash in the fight!

 

Silence is what greets the visitor to this field

pleasant during daylight hours

as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low

and voices have been heard

crying out longingly on the endless breeze

rustling the grass and trees!

 

The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute

to those nameless soldiers

from long ago whose spirits will never leave

all those families of the fallen

remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice

in war a cruel and futile device!

 

The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!

 

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Watching!

On the dusty tank the soldiers stared intently

watching the shells strike

detonating onto the occupied enemy lines

as rockets and shell fire

was quickly returned in a never ending battle

creating vibration and rattle!

 

Each were distant from the carnage and anguish

young conscripts not hardened

warriors of  too many campaigns of aggression

again forced to protect their land

believing their cause was just without hesitation

the civilians filled with trepidation!

 

But as with all brutal conflicts it breeds more hate

resentment creating much bigger foe

a cycle of revenge and bloody savage retaliation

as the very young bitterly grow up

the horrors absorbed into impressionable minds

peace hopes fading behind closing blinds!

 

The ever mounting strife going back to long ago

hard to break historical differences

each have grievances and suspicions to tell

that seem impossible to resolve

the deaths and injuries continue to increase

can a way ever be found for peace?

 

My wishes always for a planet without wars!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Reported!

It had been reported the battlefields were haunted

even video and voice recordings

captured for everyone to listen to and actually see

here many had met a violent demise

were thousands in mass graves still together lay

from the civil war to this day!

 

Drawn by the immense scale of an awful conflict

fellow countrymen on opposite sides

intent on inflicting mass slaughter in a civil war

could their restless spirits fight on

to the present time those traumas ever replayed

the orders still being obeyed!

 

The area vast people drawn with morbid interest

wanting to explore the scene

some maybe have psychic abilities most do not

yet all sense something is here

soldiers seen moving covertly through the bracken

yet nothing there when tracking!

 

Some are videoed giving evidence to be shown

physical contact to reported

pushed and hit yet nobody was visible to the eye

some even in a battle scenario

re-living an event that upon this ground occurred

cannon and rifle fire also heard!

 

The vast array of what is called paranormal evidence

continuous to confound the experts

those who admit they do not believe cannot explain

this lingering oppressive atmosphere

hanging over land where more than fifty Thousand died

their stories forever denied!

 

The Foureyed Poet.