It is said that in each and every person
there is goodness within.
This to me I find is not easy to believe
as some are evil!
Not a hint of there being anything within
just filled with sin!

It is said that we show mercy to others
this I have often not seen.
Cruelty and torture always in the news
misery suffering everywhere!
Not that I can see any hint of mercy there
many humans don't care!

It is said we have love and understanding
willing to give to others.
All I see is selfish self centred humans
interested only in themselves.
Caring only for money no matter the cost
many good people lost!

It is said there are genuine people about
this I am sure is true.
Willing to give everything wanting to help
not out to use others.
Those with that goodness we must treasure
their worth we can't measure!

The Foureyed Poet.

Where do I go from here a question
that maybe we all ponder.
The cost of living rises before us
how can most of us pay?
With what we earn becoming less
if wealth we don't possess!

What if you're not entitled to benefits
yet the bills still arrive.
The authorities and finance companies
often don't care.
No concern if you actually can't pay
debts wont go away!

Bombarded by how much many do earn
to you seems obscene.
You'd be happy for life when you see
what they earn in a week.
Boasting and bragging about money
something that's not funny!

Turmoil in your own mind how to pay
worry effects your health.
Wishing hard you could win the lottery
paying out on hope.
For most a dream that never comes true
as another bill becomes due!

Maybe life is a game of luck and chance
taking the right road.
Choices you made or forced upon you
the blame on yourself.
It's sad if death is your only release
the only way of peace!

Where do I go from here surely I'm not alone
the seeds of greed have long been sown!

The Foureyed Poet.

My last neighbours made no noise at all
never knew they were there.
But they passed away completely quiet
nothing to disturb me.
It did not last a new neighbour arrived
my tranquillity deprived!

At first not much sound came from next door
hoping it would quieten down.
Then louder noises emanated in the wall
hammering sounds too.
Worried I knocked their door to complain
from anger I tried to refrain!

Never a reply but a lot of vehicles came after dark
many arrived and went.
Few if any ever during those daylight hours
when black curtains were shut.
A nasty smell started to make me feel ill
something burnt on a grill!

I hadn't believed in vampires until the neighbour
moved in next door!
From then on my windows stayed tightly shut
who would believe me?
No animals came near which was a good thing
but what would the future bring?

The noises got worse even afraid to sleep
an atmosphere so grim!
In the end I had to leave while I could
as people began to disappear!
I knew what my neighbour was next to me
but would they let me be?

For a long time after I saw bats above my head
was it my neighbour one of the undead?

The Foureyed Poet.

Trapped in a city under siege no way to escape
barrage of heavy gun fire!
That never seems to stop as it gets closer
explosions shaking your being.
As death is all around at every second
your existence to could end!

Dust dirt and blood wherever you turn
cries of pain stench of death.
Hell on earth without a glimmer of hope
to even comfort you.
Government troops your people's enemy
encroaching on your territory!

Each shattering explosions brings the horror closer
citizens caught in the barrage!
As the resistance fighters struggle to retaliate
with their inferior weapons!
In the end overwhelming odds tell the story
they don't speak of glory!

Conflicts blight increasing nations before our eyes
rising the crescendo of their cries!

The Foureyed Poet.

Through the telescopic sight the ****** aimed
no emotion clouded his mind.
It was his job to protect the military force
no matter the cost.
From a high point watching and waiting
for him no hesitating!

The specially honed skills often called to assist
in the protection of the troops.
Never killing on impulse but by a strict code
a soldier loyal to his country.
Following orders if instructed would make the ****
his duty he would always fulfil.

Camouflaged hidden from view like a ghost
he haunted the enemy!
They were not safe from his telescopic sight
an angel of death!
Never seen or heard until the lethal bullet strike
confirming the **** on his radio mic!

These lonesome warriors in a war zone!

The Foureyed Poet

Approaching the prison the weather changed
no longer sunny.
Dark clouds and penetrating drizzle fell
as they arrived on site.
The team had come to do an investigation
standing with hesitation!

They had been here before but it seemed different
an undercurrent this was new!
An invisible barrier none wanted to go through
a veil of hate!
Something none of them had noticed before
walking onto the granite floor.

A smaller group this time only six could come
what had changed here?
Sounds echoed close by a temperature drop
movement seemed all around!
They set up cameras with night vision mode
from a corner a bright dot showed!

Watching mesmerized it began to grow bigger
moving towards them!
One group member felt pain in their stomach
collapsing on the floor.
The light just went out as each closely observed
not a sound was heard!

They were all sitting in the upper cell block
just after one in the morning!
When from inside a cell a voice began to call
there a figure stood!
One turned and saw it each followed the stare
now each was aware.

That night none were brave and ran out together
a deep voice bellowed.
Making them scream shout and swear in unison
now the investigation team.
Stood outside nobody would re-enter the jail
in torch light each very pale!

After awhile one plucked up the courage to go back
and retrieve the equipment.
Entering cautiously nothing seemed wrong
grabbed the cameras and got out!
On reviewing there were no images on the footage
though a voice full of rage!

The group knew they would have to come back!

The Foureyed Poet.

How had he found himself in this dungeon
a knight thrown in here.
Sent by his king on his first secret mission
true he was dressed as a peasant.
Harshly he'd been treated a new experience
but not regretting being sent.

This awful place never inside one before
an eye opener for him.
Here he couldn't stay had to escape
report back to the king.
Noticed a sharp piece of wood at hand
shouting out a demand.

The jailer angrily came to the cell door
he banged on the grill.
In a temper the snarling man entered
within seconds he was dead!
Silently falling on to the dank stone
the knight left alone!

Few humans scurried about in passageways
of the castles lower depths.
Coming upon a sentry post a guard stood
soon his life had expired!
Putting on the uniform he was going home
with a sword he would roam.

Very lax security the knight slowly walked
into the alien countryside.
Luckily not challenged he saw a lone soldier
getting off his horse.
Never feeling the blow now homeward bound
with the information found!

Indeed the Barron was a traitor to his king
the knight an army would bring!

The Foureyed Poet.