Alone In My Heart Poem by Tony Adah

I am so much in a crowd
Of men without human of heart
They're scampering
They're prowling
They're scavenging
They're gathering
And when it comes to giving,
They stammer.
I am so much in a crowd of men
That claim the heart of love
Only in their cloaks
And many words of honey
But little deeds.
Where is that man
Who will die and his footprints
Live after him as he treks
On the beach of life?
I see none than the self and the I
The prowlers and the gatherers
And at the stammerers
Whose tongues search for
Simple words like kindness
When the next person is entangled
In around the gatherer's heap
Looking left and right
Without an answer from the world.