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The droning above was so familiar
all the bombings not resolved.
There was nothing they could do
civilians targeted below!
Families lost with no mercy killed
deep hatred was instilled.

This was the only life they knew
childhoods never known.
Playing not with toys but with guns
not good for photo albums.
Living in ruins without basic needs
sectarian divides where it leads.

In many cultures it's passed down
can hardened attitudes change?
Is peace the outcome they really want
as elders remain entrenched.
What chance of future generations to seek
with strong unity that is meek!

Will we ever see unilateral peace?

The Foureyed Poet.
Many children have never known anything else but war! The Foureyed Poet.
Honestly I do love you Jill
well maybe it's lust.
Ah what did I say your still
as beautiful it's just.
Well we all age with time
it's not a crime.

Honestly I do feel the same
how we met was odd.
An accident I took the blame
when on your foot I trod
Did not see you with the tray
then on the floor you lay.

Tripping over you with my drink
staining your new dress.
At the time what I said I didn't think
you already looked a mess.
It was really taken out of context
you were very vexed.

But we put that all behind us
our first anniversary.
I know you don't want a fuss
it's not true it was scary.
Honestly the year has been great
though this I could debate.


Sorry Jill just a slip of my thoughts
you are my lovely wife.
I like it when you wear your **** shorts
it's a compliment on my life!
Yes I'll lower my voice in the restaurant
if that's what you want.

Her's to our second year together
no I'm not looking at that lady!
Well alright I do work with Heather
there's nothing shady.
Honestly there's nothing between us
why are you making a fuss?

Surely it's best to drink the wine
not throw the bottle at my head!
Honestly Jill I'm innocent your divine
you're going home to bed?
Please stay I've booked us into to a hotel
you don't mean go to hell!

Please don't go I'll get the bill and pay
shame you threw the cake.
To much drinking is that the reason
or is our marriage out of season?

Here's looking forward to another year
honestly I do love you dear!

The Foureyed Poet
The course of true love often does not run smoothly! The Foureyed Poet.
The bullet was made by an expert
discovered when removed.
At the autopsy of a young guy
one of several just arrived.
Not a gang war it was known
but a ****** working alone.

The public scared out of their wits
the police under pressure.
Three dead this boy the latest victim
attacks in varied locations.
Was it by somebody from the military
an expert with a unique ability.

No clues was not good to hear
the public afraid to be here.
Tall buildings made them easy targets
when would the next strike be.
Though summer the temperature cold
through information they trolled.

As another victim was gunned down
more evidence was found.
Two teenagers saw a man with a case
get into a city works van.
Contacting with what they had seen
a new image came on the screen!

Every law officer was instantly alerted
a face found to fit description.
An ex soldier with traumatic stress
caution the critical word.
Quickly a sighting was received
the entire force relieved.

A gun battle ensued policemen hurt
not killed in the line of duty.
A swat team eventually shot him dead
in a disused ammunition factory.
News soon spread of the snipers demise
the gloom factor began to rise.

You can never argue with a bullet!

The Foureyed Poet.
What a nightmare if a ****** started shooting. The Foureyed Poet.
From the cafe seat I saw a spacecraft land
huge and menacing there.
Glistening in the midday sunlight
the view was surreal.
Until then it was a relaxing day
now filled with dismay.

Others began to gather around
nothing moved by the craft.
What was happening I started fretting
a dual carriageway lay behind.
Helicopters came roaring over my head
as the tension spread.

I'm sure we all expected shooting
but that did not happen.
An intake of breath was all I heard
instead of running away.
None moved what would happen next
every face looked perplexed.

They all landed groups approached
we waited for a bang!
I had to get nearer long past fear
just stupendous anticipation.
That once in a lifetime experience
a memory so immense.

Now the police and press gathered
it looked orchestrated.
The authorities were definitely prepared
getting near a camera crew.
On their monitor screens it was clear
wanting to know I had to peer.

Humanoid beings came out of the ship
greeting the delegation.
They all went inside the oblong sphere
we expected the worst!
Thousands of people at least amassed
as it rose my eyes cast.

They were going to the mother ship
with delegations from each nation!
Nothing had been said arranged in secret
this news too big to hide.
Oddly it was felt this the only way
that was yesterday!

There has been no information yet
the fear lost is back like a fast jet!

What is really going on up there?

The Foureyed Poet.
What if a large spacecraft landed without warning? And the authorities knew about it ,how would you feel? The Foureyed poet.
Through the trees I could see piercing lights
nothing was supposed to be here.
Objects illuminated and darting about above
yet the silence was like death.
What had I stumbled upon on my wrong turn
before long this I would learn.

I could not escape the car had no power
even my mobile seemed drained!
Feeling I was an intruder being there
trying to stay quiet.
Eager to find out what I had come across
walking on a layer of moss.

Hardly able to take a breath I drew near
through the undergrowth.
A flickering sound behind I just froze
something grabbed me!
Losing consciousness at that point
waking aching in every joint.

Where was I my immediate reaction
prostrate in an open landscape.
Cautiously sitting to explore visually
drawn to raise my eyes.
I saw thousands of unknown craft
was it real or was I going daft?

Struggling to get up acting as if drunk
heading back the way I came.
Confused wondering why I was alive
thankful I was unhurt!
No idea then inside was an alien spore
a different kind of war.

In my car again everything worked
my phone started to ring.
My wife was worried why I was not home
on the tv the lights big news.
Not realizing the alien invasion was here
but soon the price would be clear!

There are more getting sick as I speak
now I am becoming weak!

Is there any hope for mankind?

The Foureyed Poet.
What if there was an Alien invasion. It may not be by destroying the planet! The Foureyed Poet.
Their bones lay beneath blood soaked dirt
harrowing stories to be told.
Slaughter and suffering of millions of men
shame upon the instigators of war!
Cries of despair pain an unanswered pray.
with no other soul to share.

Men stuck deep in mud unable to move
officers shooting their own men.
To end their suffering in a lingering hell
here fighting day and night.
In the filth and water filled trenches
rats and no resting benches.

Soldiers who were boys in the battle
should have been home at school.
Instead dying in a ferocious needless war
so many went so few came home.
Forever remembered for their sacrifice
lost generations a terrible price!

Trenches like coffins how can we ever understand?

The Foureyed Poet.
World War One A Terrible waste of so many lives. They must never be forgotten.
The Foureyed Poet.
The eagle soured high over the mountain
seeking out it's prey to attack.
Deadly but graceful in its locomotion
with a backdrop of trees and snow.
Below the target was soon alerted
in the open cover deserted!

Like radar the eagle honed in precisely
swooping eyes fixed ready to ******.
A magnificent flying predator in the skies
his priority food was on the way.
Wings spread wide vicious talons drawn
as the sun rose to a new dawn.

The Foureyed Poet.
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