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 release!

 

But in reality this for most just fiction

some places were 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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The Sun!

The sun disappeared from our site that day

objects had been reported

over every country creating mega shadows

on a scale never before seen

for some weeks temporally masking its rays

turning day into a permanent night

as the people feared the awaited elimination

of its said God’s own creation!

 

But for a while the skies cleared as we watched

confused at the true nature

of the objects that added to the odd formations

that filled the once virgin skies

everybody expected the earth to finally crumble

but there was an uneasy quell

with endless instability of wars and darkness

where evil ruled gone was holiness!

 

Then the overdue eruption of the huge volcano

that lay below the country park

sent clouds of ash and debris into the atmosphere

the endless night became reality

the slow deterioration of civilisation began to bite

the rich lived deep underground

on the surface the dwindling population struggled

their minds with pollution muddled!

 

Yet we knew there were unseen creatures here

as if the environment had been altered

for another race as we choked rapidly depleting

monsters were taking our young

as we now feared demons were not mythological

and our once beautiful mother earth

had become a true hell nothing good survived

humanity of innocents and love deprived!

 

FOREVER!

 

Another Conspiracy Theory?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Machines!

He sat in front of the laptop with uncertainty

what could be true anymore

artificial intelligence was taking over humanity

who actually was now in charge

on your smart phone the voices were not real

though it was impossible to tell

they could perfectly mimic anything at all

how long before mankind would fall?

 

No more the films of the over throw by machines

developed by humans themselves

excitedly creating at a ferocious rate robots

to rule our life support and services

realistic like us they were created in our image

smarter faster where did we fit in

the technology became too much for mankind

so a quantum computer was assigned!

 

Transport was fully automatic even our aircraft

had no use for human hands

they could think far smarter and indestructible

the population relied completely

on the machines as the frustration rapidly grew

unrest exploded then robotic cops

deployed and the resistants and wars escalated

with no democracy for it to be debated!

 

How close are we today to such a future existence

as our lives are run by the machines

for now they maybe an asset that we just accept

but they know where we live

what we are saying doing and most likely think

privacy and security from them

has long gone from a once more free civilisation

controlled can there be any salvation?

 

Its said the future is not set and could be changed

but what protection from the deranged?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

Remember!

What has changed over the many centuries

brave men and women volunteer

to serve and fight for their countries in wars

thrust into those endless conflicts

giving their lives souls and many body parts

there after breaking families hearts!

 

Peace just a word that has been used to entice

those with that pride to protect

the humanity that they are each a small part

who are willing to suffer and die

through shocking hardships and real brutality

yet can man change his mentality?

 

While those who instigate plans profit stay safe

and weapons from nations kill

those they say their freedom fight to protect

lines are blurred who is the enemy

millions continue to be eliminated on the front line

the end to the butchery no sign!

 

Another year has come when we remember them

the fallen graves spread over the fields

some its only a name many there is no name at all

giving the ultimate sacrifice their lives

yet nothing changes the unrest continues to grow

the bloodshed ever onward’s doth flow!

 

I remember those who believed in their loyalty

without question went with pride

hopefully bringing everlasting peace to humanity

through their armed resistance

yet still wait for that moment of world unity

that final end to so much hostility!

 

In my humility stand silently to remember the fallen!

 

#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.

 

Pressure!

Another day of hard graft ended at last

as a husband struggled home

drained of energy eager to see his wife

on a damp dark cold night

not wanting to show his rising stress

just feel her tender caress!

 

Working two jobs to make ends meet

the wife worked all day

two teenager children well thank god

a mortgage and rising debt

had become to him an increasing strain

but his hope would remain!

 

Society was creating too much pressure

bills and taxes ruled

cost of living forever on the upward scale

holidays but a memory

easy to feel there was no fun anymore

there were many really poor!

 

Wars raging refugees and homeless growing

the seasons disappearing

what was his reasons to moan he was lucky

home at last always glad

the wife was in the kitchen making dinner

noisy music he was a winner!

 

A kiss from his wife hello dad from the kids

they sat as a family together

at that moment all frustrations evaporated

until the new day felt good

money could not better this precious time

to him it was sublime!

 

The Foureyed Poet.