How?

How do we define a human beings life

that seems to click into place

is sweetness and bright without strife

others only nightmares do face

maybe earth for some a Heaven state

many Hell just misery and hate!

 

The rest live in a struggling neutral mode

juggling their burdens and heavy load

who are just able to live not thrive

hardships for billions who do not survive!

 

#ThefoureyedPoet.

 

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Hollow Word!

Peace surely is but a hollow word

millions of voices never heard

such pain etched on blank faces

forced to move to many places

from their homelands removed

by unknown authorities approved

ever-increasing people displaced

on the news their plight showcased

the growing masses seeking refuge

that in a short time is now a deluge

having nothing wanting a better life

but are met with simmering strife!

a crisis countries are unable to cope

society slips down a slimy rope!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Such pain

Knives!

Young lives are being slaughtered by knives

law and order seems to have no power

to contain the gangs creating such strife

brutality grows not by weeks but the hour

these crimes getting rapidly out of control

with no logic to the mounting toll!

 

The gang culture has been allowed to expand

cities towns and villages none are immune

in the present climate they are in command

too often on the roadside flowers are strewn

lawlessness spreads as people are oppressed

helpless we stand as a society transgressed!

 

A bleak future violence escalates and discipline

is now lost allowing worrying complacency in

surely it extends far deeper into our culture

where nobody can see that hovering vulture!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Obsession!

Always had the obsession he was being followed

even before the digital generation

that familiar figure whom he had seen before

not certain this was his imagination

a click on the phone as if somebody listening

an uncomfortable sensation inside

even in his own home that object had moved

thought must be getting confused!

 

Atheist in his beliefs so no angel was by his side

yet felt the tingle of uncertainty

as if eyes were peering at him twenty four seven

over a couple of years it was constant

technology had begun to advance at a brisk rate

intrusion of privacy a big debate!

 

Became bedeviled that some agency was listening

checking his data did not feel free

being a conspiracy theorist was often outspoken

many colleagues had been shut down

just told the truth of what he saw in this society

but this simply increased his anxiety!

 

Filled with doubt about everything around him

sat one night staring very attentively

at his laptop screen when an image appeared

several days later he was discovered

by his worried girlfriend absolutely stone dead

face hideously distorted and crushed head!

 

What really had been watching and ended his life?

Never an investigation to ease pain or strife!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Little Understanding!

There seems little understanding of how others live

is common amongst those who should understand

corruption from leaders that find it hard to forgive

just wanting to rule and dominate their homeland

coldly not caring for the people’s self-preservation

as the families suffer with increasing inflation!

 

How the people are struggling with nowhere to go

endlessly wondering as their countries are dying

no support or compassion with the constant flow

lives destroyed starvation disease yet still defying

countries often judged by those at their head

with despair all around there are too many dead!

 

Surely there must be a much brighter tomorrow

can there be a strong faith to overcome sorrow

often it is the rulers creating the internal strife

while they and their cronies have the good life!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

That Moment Of birth!

That moment of a birth the joy and pride

expectations for the perfect future

but often this is not always the fairy tale story

of many whose lives are of misery

and squalor brought up in a violent background

guns and bombs the only sound!

 

Hounded with families out of their natural homes

through history the pattern repeats

stability is something that millions can never know

forced to be nomadic not by choice

some overcome adversity and find the good path

others it will lead to wrath!

 

It has to be said even those in theory who are born

into society’s good life stray

humans can too often be easily led the wrong way

poverty is far from misguiding

for those who have the misfortune to live that life

facing years of this strife!

 

Help is offered in different ways in these catastrophes

aid to support and give a little hope

countries involved do not seem to help their people

relying on aid from western countries

yet hatred and tribal disputes over centuries exist

and hope of peace many do resist!

 

Major nations pursue to take sides violence persists

the compassion factor ignored

corruption or greed has always been in our makeup

nothing has changed in that process

even with the unstable and endless human unrest

is there still not much to be blest?

 

I refuse to give up the belief in mankind just yet!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Epitaph!

Frank was an ordinary hard-working man

leaving school at fifteen

finding work in a garage where he stayed

doing an apprenticeship

settling down with Jenny for a good life

happily never any strife.

 

I knew them well I met a nice young woman

we often went out together

he had three children my spouse and I four

the years were pretty good

my route took me into the medical field

nice to see people healed.

 

Lost contact for sometime I got divorced

next we met was a surprise

it was while on duty said his Jenny was ill

in the intensive care unit

later heard she had passed from this life

his precious wonderful wife.

 

After the funeral tried to keep in touch

but our worlds had changed

read in the paper he had won the lottery

what amount had no idea

really pleased for him deserving a break

and for the children’s sake!

 

Last I heard moved away to the south coast

bought a nice little bungalow

a real shame it came too late for his partner

but now could play more golf

both about the same age that I remember

heard sad news last December!

 

Maybe the hazard of winning the money

burglars broken in one night

thinking no doubt there was much to take

the place was ransacked

received awful injuries never recovered

a day before being discovered!

 

It was Frank’s daughter who contacted me

though saw it on the news

a genuine hard-working man taken to early

by those where greed ruled

the mind-set was just their material  greed

no remorse leaving him to bleed!

 

This my Epitaph for Frank just a nice ordinary man!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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