Fools Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Fools



Foolnot only those who have lost their senses
They a cheaters who loot the economy of the nation
Animals and heartless men from the north side of the world
They fail in all the things and make masses cry in pains Affliction and shame move along with them
Down the mainstream of their trousesl
You could see the patches there in advertising their deed Fools are those who manipulate  people
Thrust the into misery and grieves
The fallen gangels



Fools are not only those who are handicap
Rather they are bad leaders who claimed to be honest
Once they are, they never look back 
Mischievous black heart angels
Workers of iniqu,
r Work not to
the progress of the nation
Streams and
oceans howle at their entry
Women
deliver prematurely at thesight of them
And the
winds fail to honour them



Switch on
the music of life 
And set the
drums, bass, lead and the trumpet
Let them
dance, dance until their legs wobbled in misery
O fools,
remember your wanderings and pains in the
wilderness 
Until the
masses rescued you
Honoured
you in paradise to feast and remain
Now you've
forgotten the dry days
Forgotten
those poor church mouse 
Who look
upto you



Fools are
not only those who had been taken to psychiatric
They are
not only the lunatics
Rather they
include animals with no conscience
Birds on
the drive way roaming about
Pretending
to drive but lost in the act
Ceased all
the forest in a count
And misuse
it at the masses expense


Fools
discriminate and trip the economy down
They are
also those who makes and break laws
Those who
think only for themselves and never work
Dangerous
mask spirits monsters
Never
forsake those little orphans who put you there.
Look up to
, you but xdeeeik letr them down
ex
you shall fall one day
Face
covered with leaves in shame
Mickery
would visit you, fool.


Fools are
those who fornicate naturally
Lost their
conscience, ready to j
Things s
never made with their lazy hands
Those
defeated in the journey of life
Patriots in
reverse order
Determined
merchants of loot
Elites who dance foolishly for political and economic leverages

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