Very Many Nothing Poem by Ojok Isaac

Very many nothing
Yet too many drops of water
From beneath the hair of my skin
Yet very many nothing

Too much work...much! work
Yet too little enter my pocket
But very many papers... academic!
But no penny...but much poverty

A anything by profession
Very many papers... academic!
But a charcoal seller like had got no papers
Few jobs but zillions of men

Be a job creator, not seeker
Just do what you can do
Then too much killers... very many sinners
But a corrupt judicial system

So mob justice every where
Yet there are believers every where
"One for himself"
"For God and their stomach"