Oh how those who need them give them,
They share what they've not had before
They carry their hard heart with them
And become ignorant all the more.
Shall we not call him a fool
Who tellls a lie and believes it?
He wont be taught by high school
By experience he receives it.
Foolery may speak with choicest words
Like brilliant plumes on silly birds.
Small snares may prove the birdie schnook
Dunce will be proved with a small book
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely conceived and written poem, Oduro. Thanks