The Truth Man

His black ashy feet step on the cracked earth
Raising the dust to the heavens
He now walks with the chicks and ducklings after losing his place among the ravens
He was a wordsmith
He taps his index finger on the side of his brain
As his elbow rests on the platform of his pain
And the ruthless fall of the droplets of the rain
Drain his memories and dreams out of his life frame
He was a wordsmith
He tarmaced his way across the streets of the doorless houses
That sheltered the widowed spouses
He was sad
His right shoe had a punctured hole that poked out one forth of his toe which owned a lump of dark soil underneath its nail
This was but a perfct way to shelter the stench he held that circumnavigatd round his right foot inside the punctured shoe
The holes in his trouser's pockets were just a few
As compared to his shirt
One could safely presume,he was a torn man
They had rejected him
Everywhere he walked
People pinched their noses tightly,holding their breaths
As if the monster from the sewers came to life and walked the streets of their perfect rosy world
Nevertheless
He was once among the elite
But not the 1 percent who own 40 percent of the planet's wealth leaving the 99 struggling for the 60
No
But,among the Amanda Diva,Nikki Jiovanni,Malcom X,Nelson Mandela,Martin Luther,Shaka Zulu,Roger Bonair-Agard elite
Who talk/talked of freedom and struggle
Of peace,love and unity and struggle
Of life without fear and struggle
Who live/lived less luxurious lives and struggled
And struggled
And struggled
And struggled
And now that we know how the truth hurts
We have left this truth man with torn parts
So here is judgment day
Prepare for the tonnes of lies that you are to say
For you left the truth man at bay!
Now he walks the streets
With his shaggy complexion
Right after facing rejection
The truth man!