The Singing Fools Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

We are farmers without hoes and cutlasses
Dancing the stupid song of poverty 
Push us back and forth, we follow
Once in the farmland, we does nothing than sleeping.
Under the farmstead snoring provokely.
Have you seen the precious example we've laid.




We are men of war without arsenals
We are doctors without stethoscope
Our heart tell us heart breathing of patients
We see when we don't see
Servants to the patients who prescribe drugs themselves
We only give false prophecy which they believed in.
With us manoeuvrings medical laws Bad mannered of manifestation of the heartbeat
We sing hilariously to make people happy
But remained sad
Always caught in the webs of sin

We are teachers without chalk and pen
Teaching what we don't know
Educating students to become fools as we are.
Push us back and forth, we follow
Fools with no destination and self esteem
The sings parrot is better off than us
Because it knowth where to stop in the high pitch of its song Which we knowth not



We are drivers without vehicle
Come on board we take you to hell
On the street we roam about hopeless not speechless
Our heads abroad but legs a home
We only give ears to those who call us friends
Whether in advantage or disadvantage
Perhaps that is why the pseudo democrats, corrupt leaders,
office loafers, and dubious leaders
Use us as political animals

We are husbands with no wives
Pupils with no books and Biro
Come, we teach you our singing styles
What you don't know about us
The singing fools we are 
Black sheep of the nation
Rotten shinning fragrance eggs
Able bodied but foolish mind
We mislead and deceive young teens
Destroy and vandalizing properties
Truth is far from us
We bury ourselves in the same foolishness
Betray our own honest and truths
In the quest for foolish fame and wealth.