Fools Poem by Mohamed Foday Kamara

He who shies but flies high in the sky at night

Shall lie when he tells the mood of the moon at noon

He is ashamed to ask but makes like a shaman who knows where the moon sleeps all day long till night

He cries at dawn; when the sun rises as the moon had died in a night battle

He shuts 'Hooray' at dust; when the sun sets and predict the rise of the moon to fools

He jacks off his trophy at the jetty as everyone jeers at him when he looks at his jewel in the sky from the sea

He is a fool, try not to be one