Gullible Poem by Haruna Garba

You gullible, you naïve
What makes thee even think
You'll take your share of the take?
The charming uncle is only playing con-
Ditch your spanners, hold all thy tools
Come and fight a noble war
Big fish dining on the whole lot

You gullible, you credulous
What makes thee think
You'll receive your dish out?
The soothing uncle is just playing con
Ditch your spanners, hold all thy tools
Come and fight a noble war
Big fish dining on the whole lot-

You gullible, you susceptible
What makes you even think
you'll have your share of the loot?
The agitating uncle is sure playing con-
Ditch your spanners, hold all thy tools
Come and fight a noble war
Big fish dining on the whole lot

They won't know about this
Our gobermuche full of youth won't know it
However, they are being made the baits
To pull out some chestnuts out of fire for naught
And none to share the hunt with them
Charlatans at the real works