Turmoil!

A world in turmoil desperation endless war

forever on nuclear alert

where a continuously rising population

live on the edge of disaster

fed information the elite want us to hear

the truth never made clear!

 

Conflicts are perpetual few ever resolved

countless humans slaughtered

to keep the wealth for wars flowing in

no thought for the misery

or destruction of these nations generations

with endless peace delegations!

 

No limit on money spent for deadly weapons

yet to help the masses there is none

population outgrowing all natural resources

animal species no longer exist

their land needed for profitable items to grow

most extinct the rest on death row!

 

Constant threats of world nuclear annihilation

as yet the buttons not pressed

but so many nasty devices could do the job

maybe a pulse beam or microwaves

a complete computer shutdown or starvation

could equally bring our obliteration!

 

As we get through another day is our history

true or just a fabrication

conspiracy theories could well contain truth

proving we are manipulated

to believe material gain is the only objective

the elite view us in a dark perspective!

 

Enjoy these moments of freedom and joy

before our leaders all of us destroy!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Hands of Destruction!

The millions struggling to cope with life

seeking to find happiness

anyway they can in a controlling society

where violence is close by

moments of joy snatched before its taken

the innocent are forsaken!

 

The clash of different cultures is it a myth

instigated to divide us

when the people want to interact as one

sharing their friendship

not wanting to inflict such awful suffering

as humanity is stuttering!

 

Are we not the same people from all nations

hating each other by actions

taken by those we trust for our existence

to safeguard our security

but now the fear of attack has escalated

our lives too complicated!

 

What will each day bring more uncertainty

as out there evil doth prey

as the darkness engulfs unsuspecting beings

nowhere for us to go and hide

those hands of destruction grow stronger

as common sense exists no longer!

 

Let Peace Love and Cooperation be more

than hollow words to stop the war!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Faith!

That single moment changed his life forever

there on his second tour of duty

thought he was hardened to atrocities of war

even when facing his own death

another demolished village came up ahead

more wounded and many dead!

 

On the road came upon a woman crouching

holding a man’s lifeless body

two small children wandering dazed and  lost

each cried with endless tears

looking down in body armour and loaded gun

under the searing heat of the sun!

 

Feeling himself overwhelmed with the scene

had not been to church for years

his faith was now being tested himself a father

a beautiful wife waiting at home

safe away from such brutality of this warfare

their torment for a time did share!

 

Made him confront his own vulnerability and belief

feeling that overwhelming grief!

 

Then became a soldier once more and moved on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Heroes!

Man is always engaged in some conflict

yet in nineteen forty-five

allied forces had taken the battle

to the enemy’s homeland

they with superior weapons to use

were on their way to lose!

 

Even then many heroes being created

often unexpected participants

in a bloody cruel devastating slaughter

with so much sadistic acts

upon the foe and too often their own

hatred there forever sown!

 

Often greatly outnumbered to the end

each held their ground

turning defeat into miraculous victory

sacrificing themselves

defending the honour of each comrade

mainly orders obeyed!

 

Through gallantry pride and circumstance

into history the heroes eternally advance!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Mortality!

There are times when our mortality is really felt

traumatic experiences as in wars

when for those whom you care do not return

or an unexpected terrorist act

without warning are taken in everyday life

this is becoming more rife!

 

The moment of the funeral cortege and draped

or flower covered coffins

that empty feeling loved ones forever missing

those growing epitaphs

annual memorial services and minute silence

recharges our defiance!

 

Never forgotten they live on within us all evermore!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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Synthetic Beings!

They were warned but of course never listened

that to develop synthetic beings

could lead to mankind becoming an obsolete item

scientist full of self-gratification

resolute to create artificial intelligence proceeded

telling us they were needed!

 

Excitement mounting as they became more human

made to move and act like us

even more terrifying able to think much quicker

and retain endless knowledge

they can surpass even the cleverest scientific brain

allowing this how insane!

 

Certainly not long before they were integrated

into an unstable society

very short lived the synthetic beings accepted

there was suspicion and dread

initially invented for a subservient role at first

soon their kind we did curse!

 

Able to live with repairs forever no human mess

this creation of mankind

soon treating humans as inferior co-habitants

upon a planet they once ruled

outcast and unwanted now the wars had begun

few living when the fighting was done!

 

Too rapid for counter measures we took their place

our own creation to the death had to face!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Violin!

Always there in his head that violin still played

over and over again so clear

a deep thought that always made him smile

the one good memory

sitting alone deep within himself never spoke

not for years the spirit broke!

 

Could not tell anyone about those nightmares

existing in the ghettos

fear and degradation treated as sub-human

trapped like ship rats

because of the origins of their birth heritage

a whole block a squalid cage!

 

What kept him and others going the playing

of that lone violin

by an incredible elderly man who never tired

gave them all a little hope

yet amongst the growing brutal treatment

a malevolent entity present!

 

Down in the cellars were not only vermin

freely scurrying unhindered

there was an abhorrent entity embedded

within the rotting fabric

an unspoken dread they could not escape

evil without a shape!

 

He was sure there was no written records

the soldiers did not care

if any disappeared they loathed his kind

it meant less to guard

as far as he could remember one survived

only his life was not deprived!

 

He had tried to block out the day he entered

those cellars the first time

persuaded by his friends as fun to explore

even then had that dread

an even darker evil lay in wait for its prey

ready for them to slay!

 

It had started well the thrill of the adventure

to take their minds off

the persecution of them and their families

in the squalid surroundings

they were forced to endure being  no life at all

preferring in the rubble to crawl!

 

He could also still hear their terrified screams

the violin music muffled it

deeper into the darkness just one candle to see

he had taken from his parents

why had it happened he always in his thought

so often the answer sought!

 

He saw the shape in the corner heard the growl

froze as the others carried on

surely they must have at least heard that sound

why had he not warned them

petrified he surmised thinking back all that time

had he caused an unforgivable crime!

 

When he could find the courage saw the shadow

grow so large and engulfed

all his precious friends he considered as family

their struggling and yelling quelled

chasing after the moving blackness was repelled

by the monster here dwelled!

 

Part of the roof fell just managed to stagger away

hurt remembered shouting

for others to come down and save all his mates

then felt himself being pulled back

but scrabbled to the street and saw on his arm

marks of the beast that did the harm!

 

None were ever found never told them the truth

physically healed forever scared

but within his mind hell was above and below him

the violin sustained his existence

until the soldiers took him forced onto a lorry

no more music deeply sorry!

 

Today alone in the elderly persons nursing home

his relatives perished in the war

still scared of the dark and every shadow he saw

expecting to be swallowed by the beast

in a world of misery waited for his dying day

listening to that violin play!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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The Tattered Flag!

On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag

the only indication of the battle

long forgotten the torment of lost innocence

or names of the fallen soldiers

one more conflict where nothing had been won

there a feeling of death still hung!

 

Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell

young lives ended in torment

grass now covered the site and sheep grazed

where restless souls still roam

no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite

as two armies clash in the fight!

 

Silence is what greets the visitor to this field

pleasant during daylight hours

as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low

and voices have been heard

crying out longingly on the endless breeze

rustling the grass and trees!

 

The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute

to those nameless soldiers

from long ago whose spirits will never leave

all those families of the fallen

remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice

in war a cruel and futile device!

 

The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Silo!

The desert was flat you could never tell

that below where you stood

was a military bunker and missile silo

from a time years passed

built here on this lonely barren latitude

that had a bad attitude!

 

An everlasting reminder of mans ingenuity

negative approach to peace

of times that have gone but do still exist

creation of terror and destruction

yet for many this factor has disappeared

to die is no longer feared!

 

Thinking foolishly that all conflicts will end

is only in dreamers minds

always there simmering the spark of war

lay in wait in human culture

where somebody is ready to light the flame

so conflicts in history doth remain!

 

The silo is but one symbol of the bloody past

forever on humans the shadow cast!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Journey!

That smile filled with a moment of relief

the journey long and arduous

from the horrors of war and occupation

tears gushed tension released

remembering the loss of their relations

now seeking new foundations!

 

Torn from the life they knew and loved

persecuted treated poorly

shattered lives forced to witness cruelty

and unspeakable acts

memories that would never be deleted

together never more defeated!

 

Both young and hopeful the couple gazed

from the ships upper deck

slowing as it entered the busy harbour

in their new homeland

gaunt and battle weary they embraced

as together the future faced!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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