Diary Of A Loner: Agony Of Humans Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

April 2050


As I looked up from the bed I laid,
Chaos crept into the soul of men
Thunder boomed in souls like raid
Battered and bruises seen on soul of men
Many screamed in absence of fear
Looking for a drop of water to hear
Grains like corn human spread
Blind I was to count and read
Darkness fill the entire brim of earth
Penetrating into the heart of earth
Moses was not there to help or pray
Joshua was not there to interced and pray.
Human beings were not pitied here
Likewise here I called from there.
'Have you seen my sons and daughters? '
'Is my family here, I mean my daughters? '
'Where is my husband and the children? '
'Can someone go back to earth for my children? '
' I need water! Water! ! Water! ! ! And food! '
'Help me to fight all this maggotting flood! '
'Oh! I could have listen to that pastor! '
'Why did I fail to answer the call of a pastor? '
'I could have leave fame and wealth for christ! '
'Can someone look out my lover, Rist? '
That was the sorrow I heard before I stood
Down to May to watch the book read.


(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016