Stand not there at my door and weep
I have nothing to offer you but words
I am just an ordinary poet in my world
I am not a politician who kill and lie.
Go to Aso Rock and meet them in columns; 
Those who chameleon their colours are there, 
Maybe they would teach you how to steal, 
They only teach how to steal when you want to.
I am just an ordinary poet in my world
I don't know how to lie through my nose
I have nothing to offer you but words
So don't stand there at my door and weep.
Don't you stand there and weep, biko! 
I have nothing to offer you but words
I am just an ordinary poet in my world
I am not a politician who kill and lie.
(C)  John Chizoba Vincent
   Voice Of Vincent 2016                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem