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!
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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!
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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!
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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!
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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!
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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.
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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