A Lonely Being

From my little room window I saw,

A silhouette of a being in grey like hay,

He was hollow, lost and worn,

His face brazed like a jointed clay;

He muted and he sauntered; 

He squeezed the pint for another drop;

He kicked the dust and muttered; 

That when will he get nourished at the top?

To meet the redeemer, saviour and friend,

A better place from earthy hitches; 

Where torn souls can rise and mend,

And forget the thirty shades of his ditches.

Thirty years, he traversed this road,

Soon he will be sixty years old,

How many stories of him being told,

Maybe none or just untold,

He has neither diamond nor gold,

Even a blanket to keep off the cold,

The luxury of love is a luxury load,

Those lonely heart has just been sold..

Sold mysteriously with a deity code,

A code those tyrant has sowed,

Within their circus this being leaped like toad,

Wondering when will he reap all he sowed?

Faraway thou seems O' dream,

So far like the stars to the sea shore,

Not far from here this man ever screams,

Glaring and frightening are his hidden sores,

Come now to them like heavenly beam,

Let your light awake those like living corps,

I summon thee now O' heavenly team, 

Allow this meek and needy through thy door,

Let their eyes see those stillness gleam,

Before they finally sleep in their earthly gore,

I pray all Lonely beings find rest at your stream,

(Poem: “A Lonely being” by Olorunleke Odubote)