Thinking Aloud Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

THINKING ALOUD

Looking onto the crying rain
My tears became much apart,
I can't march on with faith
When my maker rejected my muse
Dancing alone in the forest
I wish I could help my dying soul.

Believe it or not, humanity is lost
In the endless search of identity
Without the right mindset.
They say language is our problem
Corruption, our nightmare but I
Know that religion is the bedrock of our plight.

When would the farmers return from their harvest?
The farmers who promised us of light and
Prosperity in the dusk and now is the dawn
Faces advertising their worth to be praised
Yet, their works are evil and killing.
Humanity is weak, we are lost, lost in the wood.

No one would solve our problems accept us
but where is the 'US' when there is no 'U',
When we remained one man for himself as the snake?
No one cares for each other in the dawn
Accept in the dusk when faces become
Faceless and the night overpower our wills.

Time eroding to the west in pains,
Sorrowful night overshadow souls
Darkness riding by in desperation
Souls in search of lost identity
Fools on parade with their sugar
coated tongue dangling like a
Tattered cloth behind the rock.

Only the grace could save the day
The promising messiah soon will emerge
And take over the government of man
Then shall there be peace and love
Among the animals called man whose
Motives only the creator could tell.
Would there ever be peace on earth before then?