The Community!

They lived in a small rural community

each were related

growing their own food blissfully free

proud of their labour

pure delight in what they had achieved

in one another believed!

 

Established when the land was colonised

many had perished here

during a long battle to secure the district

lush and green so fertile

until one day unnoticed high in the sky

an unmarked plane did fly!

 

Trails that at first seemed like vapour

but never faded away

as chemicals were being sprayed out

that fell onto those below

absorbed by the rich cultivated soil

where the families did toil!

 

Also breathed into the lungs of the folk

penetrating their cells

undetectable they were contaminated

every living creature

succumbed to the chemicals deployed

the community soon destroyed!

 

Unable to explain why crops withered

they became seriously ill

over a few months the area deserted

those pioneers now history

why never knew thought an act of god

did not think it was odd!

 

That from the open skies chemicals fell

turning paradise into hell!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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Knife Attack!

The teenager stood seething anger in his eyes

with a knife gripped in his trembling hand.

it was not fear he felt that night but hatred

confronting a stranger in a drunken rage

then in one motion he plunged in the blade.

again into the youths chest blood sprayed!

 

 

The perpetrator of this vile and senseless act

smirked without emotion in his pitiless eyes.

still gripping the knife he just ran away

leaving an innocent young life dying.

as a group of people like ghouls starred

not one tried to help none of them cared!

 

Police in force then cordoned off the scene

as the victim was rushed to the hospital

any hope faded fast and sadly he died

soon flowers were being left at the site

where a pointless death transpired tonight!

 

According to statistics it is said violent crime

was rapidly on the decline

even one death leaves devastation behind

the tension has not evaporated

there is always that simmering provocation

anger and lack of cooperation!

 

The risk is always present on the streets!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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