Deafening!

Deafening sounds as the birds sang

smell of fresh-cut grass

the sun shone brightly and warm

children played blissfully

dogs chasing about with freedom

in this a fearless society

where unity was the key to peace

there existed genuine sanity!

 

But in reality this for most just fiction

some places was a reality

did exist but so easily snuffed out

as pollution from sources

that invade those bastions of hope

destabilizing each day

of an idyllic society the majority crave

to others never be a slave!

 

That longing for purity in the condition

no air pollution to breath

or poisonous food and water supplies

safety to walk about freely

knowing there is no dangers close by

or threats from any wars

is now just fantasy as the net tightens

the anxiety amidst us heightens!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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Stark!

Stark extending into the distance

to those whose fingers

clenched it in forlorn desperation

the fence the barrier

to an existence with such brutality

an endless living misery

imprisoned within their homeland

any hope of freedom banned!

 

Children growing up with real hate

watching their people die

the only weapons stones and faith

ever waiting for justice

as the world viewed the brutality

seemingly unable to stop

the genocide escalating within

their plight a hidden sin!

 

From behind the fence blank faces

observed their persecutors

with steely determination and fire

never to submit or surrender

of their rightful country nor culture

to any corrupt oppressors

proud to stand up to be counted

no matter the threats mounted!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Death!

Felt the shot just a little pain

saw him there gazing

yet had no fear to sustain

my life began fazing

darkness followed like a veil

into death did sail!

 

Familiar voices they comforted

without a sense of dread

visions of my past reconstructed

formed like a woven thread

being within this timeless zone

stillness in the unknown!

 

Wars deception endless carnage gone

that longed for tranquility

affected by life’s endless marathon

years of passionate futility

of bills threats or toiling to survive

now no longer alive!

 

That cycle had ended forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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