Is There Option (2) ? Poem by Oluwole Olawale Michael

Is there any option?
Than to travel the news
He stayed all night solitudes
In the midst of the humbles
The poor man stood nudely
While your blanket lied all alone
Breath that air out now
With mysteries behind the lies
Who can forge out his luxury or dreams?
Who can afford only to bend double
For the bakes that make the day funny
The sun is now friendly hot
And despised the hay that needs to dry
Why are you still affecting the dogma?
Can only search for others thought to exist
Are you still singing your brother's voices?
Let that air out my beloved!
So that you can walk without your foot
You can only succumb the world
To make the dent in life?