That big building you used to think
was always a point of interest.
Often looking inside the huge place
glancing up at the flats above.
This morning your routine changed
burned down by a mob deranged!

From a distance today you had to pass
now a burnt out blackened shell!
Survived enemy bombs during the blitz
a reflective comment often heard.
No more can this land mark be seen
where the town's history had been!

Streets that use to be smart and trim
now are burnt out and grim.
Until the different cultures unite
onward will go the fight!

The Foureyed Poet.

Joe that name sounded like a spell
that morning I felt like hell.
Without sleep the night before
then I could take no more.
Mugged on the way to a party
my demeanour was hearty.

Dragged into an alley then hit
waking I could not sit!
Afraid and shaking nobody about
all I could do was call out.
Then I heard a soft soothing sound
looking up glad to be found.

I gasped had an angel rescued me
this lady by me I could see!

She said her name was simply Joe
blood on my head flowed.
As we came to a small street cafe'
sitting as I started to sway.
Charming Joe's smile so warm
made me feel I'd ride the storm.

Silly now I asked her was she real
though Joe's softness I could feel.
I was just somebody travelling by
when I heard your pleading cry!
I could not leave you there alone
not enough compassion shown!

Joe helped me making sure I was fine
asking her to my home she declined.
Giving my number would she ring
about her I didn't know anything.
But as Joe had come she had gone
to this day for her I long!

Was Joe an angel hearing my cry
or a Samaritan chancing by?

The Foureyed Poet.

Is our society evolving guided by our own hand
cruelty and destruction accepted quietly?
As if a totally normal part of our daily toil
those working trying to pay the bills.
Encouraged to buy what they can't afford
increasing debt misery is assured!

Others they want but have no credit rating
the message you must have money!
The gap widens as those big bucks go to the few
envy and resentment grows!
Hope can only come with more shared accord
when interest replaces being bored!

Don't cut the budget is what the ***** shout
but it falls on deaf ears!
Through excessive governments bad policies
greed and material wealth rules!
An ideology buried deep within western thinking
now spreading thought patterns linking.

The cliff edge is very close stop now or fall
should be the warning to us all!

The Foureyed Poet.

The many city blocks once quiet and safe
normally busy with the locals.
Classed as a multi cultural communities
no longer has the same feel.!
Spontaneous trouble erupted on the streets
organised with thousand of tweets.

After dark the mayhem was orchestrated
and expanding into a war zone.
Police were unable to regain control
as the gangs had a free hand!
Businesses, homes were robbed and looted
the air with smoke polluted.

Gangs roaming in violent mischievous packs
no fear of police respect was gone.
A new era had dawned upon the English public
unprecedented violation on the nation.
Incredibly lost lives and injuries were not more
as people's worlds lay on the floor.

To long a delay in the politicians reaction
why no action taken before?
Before the young made a mockery of the law
reinventing mob rule!
Is it true our leaders are not really effected
and are no longer respected?

Without the confidence and trust of the public
the simmering tension will rise!
When the criminals and anarchist begin to win
what hope for a once proud nation?
With no strong government or trusted protection
there could be complete disconnection!

What will happen next and where? Be careful out there!
As into the day the violence would not go away!

Is the war really here?

The Foureyed Poet.

There is always the chance it may happen
somehow you upset somebody.
Or they take a dislike to your manner
what you say or just a look.
The real risk your family could be hurt
puts your defences on alert!

Without knowledge things start to happen
phone calls with no answer.
Near misses while walking or in your car
thinking somebody is watching!
Escalating to the smashing of your window
whose the culprit you do not know!

A damaged car who can this person be
why this awful assault?
The police do not seem to be any help
proof is what they need!
But panic and fear grows to a high pitch
afraid to touch that light switch!

The end result maybe a fatal onslaught
with the circumstances terminal!
Not only property decimated around you
life to wiped out pointlessly.
A dreadful way for lives to be taken
their consciences forsaken!

Just who is out there looking at you
waiting to hurt and ****?
Why the anger we have not a clue
evil, fanatics or classed as ill?

Nobody is safe anywhere any more!

The Foureyed Poet.

The fact the rich are getting richer
likewise the poor stay poor.
As the ones in between every where
increase the profits for the rich.
Plus pay the taxes and benefits to
not receiving the recognition.

Those with money get obscenely richer
a division is obvious to see.
Countries going bankrupt who suffers
not those with the mega bucks.
The interest covers their daily need
they are their own breed.

When we are told these times are hard
this for millionaires does not apply.
Certainly no worries how they will pay
heating motor fuel what problem?
Without any financial debt to be met
fly off on holiday in the private jet.

Those thought of as the poor draw benefits
not working it is not worth their while.
The ones in the middle are the true mugs
losing the most in every quarter.
Jobs, countless taxes the cost of living
for them life is not forgiving.

But how long before currencies are worthless
when nobody can afford to buy.
Could every being be worth the same
a meltdown of the human game!

The Foureyed Poet.

Maybe when you live all by yourself
independence is the goal.
Forgetting how to love and share
making every decision.
No splitting your life in two parts
or the breaking of hearts.

Maybe you can compare what it was like
having lived with a partner.
It all went wrong and you were left
so the choice was made.
Your now living in your own space
is it truly a better place?

Maybe you prefer having no distractions
though it can get lonely
No sharing also can make you selfish
where you could be introvert.
Finding it hard to communicate outside
with others unable to confide.

Can this be how my life will finally end
alone in my home.
Bitter and with so much negative regret
you your only friend.
Or can I seek out a companion or mate
to enjoy life's unknown fate.

The Foureyed Poet.