The Man At The Millennium Park Poem by Tony Adah

There's a wild looking man
Perambulating the millennium park
Dreadlogs swing his shoulders, chest and back
His beard hides the frail red lips
And he is a newspaper vendor
With his wares on his head, armpit and hands.

He didn't stray into this arena
No one buys his papers
At least passersby tease to know him more
And he isn't reticent with any information.
He utters so many words at a time.

When asked why always his tent is here
He laughs and thus the diarrhoea mouth
Begin to sing:
I think that I have not strayed
Into this vicinity
I may be lonely here
But I am not alone
Prowling, scavenging, gazing
And looking at the world
Where on earth can I find a shopping mall
To procure a flame of hope for me
And the ailing world?