John Doe Poem by Alexander Onoja

He was acquainted with failure,
with regrets trying to fight mother nature.
He was rumpled, desolate and alone,
entertained by vulgarious tunes that brings the groan,
and was left roaming the familiar street unknown.
Bereaved of love
Bereaved of light
His dreams all came to naught,
the wind cries lost in his thought.
He was insanitized and shaken by life,
threatened and shaken by treason's knife,
and thrown to where poverty and ignorant were rife.
Lack the beams of love
Lack the beams of light
He left home with no word said,
with torn khaki, and bare black head.
The desolate watcher of the skies,
was struck with hunger as his stomach cries,
with no food, he fades to slippery eyes.
He dreamt of love
He dreamt of light
He was shouldered with anger,
with mournful extended sigh lurking around.
Playing lost but found,
except that he was never found on time.
He cracked a beer and smoked a spliff,
and finally jumped off a cliff.