From The Air!

From the air nothing moved in the rubble

after the months of pounding

no building from shells bombs and artillery

was complete thousands had died

bodies still lay underneath the ancient city

anybody there could only feel pity!


High definition images made it look surreal

a once proud and thriving culture

following the same paths as their ancestors

caught in an international conflict

that did not care of the human lives or cost

so many generations ever lost!


He was powerless sent to record the aftermath

of this brutality and utter carnage

he had seen it so often the pointlessness of war

the displacement of the survivors

torn from the only lives they had ever known

their plight captured by a drone!


The people of the world watched then moved on

shocked yet this was but one story

destruction and domination was not new to man

this had always gone on the few ruled

over the masses who suffered at their cruel hands

upon us peasants in all the earthly lands!


Until man is eradicated himself from existence so be it!




Barron Ground!

Through the barren ground there was hope

a tiny plant grew!

The drought almost wiped man from earth

mined of all goodness.

Without water the human race declined

few were left to find!


Warnings ignored but the wealthy hoarded

while most were denied.

Rain became just a word in our history

so from billions alive.

Numbers fell to less than a hundred thousand

a child’s cry a rare sound!


Two centuries went by the numbers dwindled

the earth like a huge prune.

Vegetation was withered sand replaced fields

the sea paddling pools!

The survivors huddled in the many cool caves

the dying planets slaves!


Then that day early before the unbearable heat

two young humans saw.

Under a shaded rock overhang rarely visited

life they’d never seen.

How could it be growing in this dry dead soil

without water or toil?


Had nature at last regenerated starting to heal

the air seemed to blow.

A trickle of water bubbled up by the plant

the small group gathered.

Looking at the plant growing on barren land

each touched it with a hand.


What none knew was from an underground lab

in a secret city.

Genetically designed plants and creatures were

were being unleashed.

Deciding earth’s only purpose experimentation

before it’s total deterioration.


Then the wealthy would move on to a new earth

they had found for their rebirth!


The Foureyed Poet.

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