Vocal!

He had been a vocal critic of the government

trying to expose their lies

that the people accepted as the gospel truth

knew he was being watched

certain it was not paranoia nowhere to hide

his privacy was being denied!

 

His video channel censored and taken down

found it hard to be heard

began to feel his life maybe in grave danger

still determined to speak out

as agents began rapidly closing in on him

knew getting real facts out slim!

 

Began to shut himself away kept in contact

with the others in his circle

who became known as the hard resistance

telling what was really going on

with little success as the public in a bubble

unable to see they were in trouble!

 

Most wrapped up in themselves unable to see

a bigger picture of a society

those divided and trapped by social injustice

wars destruction of nations

where the innocent were continually dying

as upon us all they were spying!

 

He was a sincere man who loved his family

but he was found with his wife

daughter and pet dog slaughtered at home

the official line he was the killer

murdering them then committing suicide

but his friends knew they had lied!

 

All his files and documents were missing

yet the conspiracy was accepted

for most of the population it was shocking

a tragedy but what happened

main news outlets clearly said it was true

so no official enquiry would ensue!

 

Is this another conspiracy theory or fact?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Humble Pray!

On her knees in humble pray

seeking solace from despair

amongst decay and rubble

with ever-increasing trouble

many lives lost not forgotten

in a society totally rotten!

 

Painfully struggling to kneel

to god for mercy did appeal

the oppressors had no care

without morality to share

raising her arms to the sky

simply asked her God why?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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The Lodger!

The single young woman found it was hard

even though working

to pay the bills and the large mortgage to

she needed a lodger

providing extra income so she could cope

this really was the hope!

 

The lodger arrived late on an winter evening

there on the front porch

an old suitcase clasped in bony hand

speaking in a quiet voice

harsh whisper in a monotonous drone

yet had a chilling tone!

 

Said she had read about the room to rent

yet not contacted by phone

the owner reluctant to let her come inside

struggled paying the bills

regrettably no other enquiries  received

she could only proceed.

 

From the first meeting doubt was embedded

within her inner fears

already the warmth of her home had waned

showed her the room

gave her approval she would take it uttered

in agreement muttered!

 

Moved in that night with no other luggage

went in the room in silence

the door shut yet the owner full of dread

what had she let in her house

sat in the lounge listening to the television

already regretting her decision!

 

Decided to sleep down  in the lounge that night

later thought it was silly

to allow her imagination to spook her thoughts

the lodger would be fine

three days passed before eventually emerging

trouble began surging!

 

Unable to comprehend what she was doing

no food had been taken in

could not recall if the toilet had been used

not feeling well stayed inside

never been sick as this trying to think back

or so much energy lack!

 

The lodger crept about now mainly in the dark

the place would not heat

it was constantly cold and so many flies buzzed

always a dank mouldy smell

filled the air never had this before she came

nothing could she blame!

 

In the end decided had to make conversation

depression was overwhelming

even hard to climb the stairs breath short

soon outside the room stood

before she could knock the door it opened

into emptiness did descend!

 

Compelled to enter there saw the gaunt figure

empty eyes and  almost skeletal

went to speak but there was a piercing scream

followed by a blinding light

she woke with a shudder and fell off her bed

thinking she must be dead!

 

Finding her heart was racing knew she was not

sat shaken on the thick  rug

cold no more really went to the lodgers door

finding it was slightly open

summed up the courage to go right inside

had to face not hide!

 

But it was empty the lodger seemed to have left

the tension and fear had lifted

the odours and flies were not about any more

though she had not existed

strange had it been an awful nightmare she had

certainly never had one that bad!

 

Came home from work around seven that evening

got herself something to eat

then there was a faint tap upon the front door

wondering who it could be

nobody usually called at this time without a call

went to answer it down the hall!

 

Devastated to see a thin pale girl holding a suitcase

within  her bony hand!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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