Forlorn (Lonely) Poem by nicholas boateng

None that called, and on none calls
None that asked, and on none asks
...seeked, on none seeks
He's become a deadly reptile, none nears
Sputum considered poisonous
Don't look into the eyes
Lest thou be petrified as Lot's
No comeliness about him
All who pass do mock as in the Day of Judgment
When he was condemned to the tree
The forlorn in his heart eternal
The rivers continually flow
And the oceans never to dry
Eyes that condemn
Ears that dig falsehood
Tongues that slays
And mighty hands that ceases his breaths
...forlorn

Dedicated to Richard Oppong Fordjour, Shakespeare.
by nicholas bliss boateng
(30-11-10)