Since Nokia went down to China,
It's been poor network in Ghana,
The screen blurred like charcoal,
Not valid, not the goal,
Auction with toys and tools.
Like what they stole,
The little rats and snake games,
Since, Nokia has never been the same,
Left with the most sort after name,
Users hiding it in shame.
For Samsung and iPhone pro max,
In top ten, Nokia has fallen from class,
And crash like a rubber remote,
Even with 5000 mAh note,
Pictures that appear in black and white.
Still in Africa we cherish Nokia!
Like when it was in one piece in India,
Our reliable Nokia,
That can fall and be found,
And phenomenon with the sound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem