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Dear Student
I have made it a task
to motion my thoughts
and my fingers to type.
Striking at every letter
that could carve words in your mind
As I hope you can have a sombre reflection.

I have rummaged through
the bookshelf of human profanity;
injustice, inhumane, complexity,
indiscipline, insincerity, callousness
and absence of academic wits
are book titles that adorn its walls.

I learnt of the pills of unhappiness
you force through others throats
I am aware of  how you have 
made it a must to grow
cornfield of downtrodden students
while you bask in the euphoria of supremacy.

I feel sad
when your name 
pops-up in the school's search engine
as a notorious class bully
I feel sad
when you pass-by
and the weak in your class
in their timid voices
call you "Mr Oppressor"
For how long will you continue
to swim in the sea of infamy?

Your classmates cry silently
they wish they never met you.
Those who yearned to have a voice
you annoyingly silenced them,
calling them names in class
while you make a mockery of them.
When will you learn to grow
and respect the other man?

It is never too late
to make an amend
to right yesterday's wrong.
It is never too late
for you to give that pat on the back
and help your mates to get out of their shells
It is never too late
to grease your mind with soothing words
It is never too late
to regain your good name
from this untold shame.

From your concerned teacher
the one you called "Mr Preacher."

(c)2020 Muyideen Ayinla

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