Standing like a peacock
On a pulpit of deceit
Forcefully opening mouths of pockets
To afford a golden bed and disrespecting them,
No matter what you’ve become, the teacher made you!
Sitting and being fanned like an angry lesser god ready to explode
On a stage of many eyes
Spewing commands upon commands,
Belittling the hands and hearts that moulded you to feel superior.
No matter who you are, the teacher made you!
Standing comfortably in robes feared by beings
Taking salutes of arms ready to break into pieces
Like an unforgiving god who is meticulously looking for a prey
And sending words from your forest mouth,
No matter your status, the teacher made you!
The teacher made you,
You,
You, You and all of you,
Burn the sea, the teacher made you
And can make or unmake your generations to come.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 