God of creation
For brain’s procreation
I sit at this station
And watch your dear nation
Missing what will bring them ovation
II
They are like fufu eaters
Hating the basic fufu heaters
They are like death fearers
Wanting the touches of God’s carers
They are like birds
Hating tree beds
They are like teachers
Hating all learners
They are like waters
Hating the landers
Oh how do you school them?
III
I, as your student, keep
Looking as you many infiltrators keep
They hate the work but need its glory
They hate the content but love its story
They hate thoughts of fellow passengers but love being in the lorry
They love to hurt but hate saying sorry
Oh it’s a great, great worry
IV
Stand up!
Be autocratic and stand up!
Take their pens and make them chicks
Be the hen and teach them to use their beaks
And set them free
Only when they learn to go on thought’s spree
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015
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