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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In this land we had a President teacher So was our nice neighbour next door A fertile ground to hold holy such a duty An easy guess : respect was far more important Than what we thought of compensation for labour That renders throats dry sniffing chalk dust Only moon will tell when will settle the chalk dust A sunset ago, a gavel gave hope to a teacher After a century of glittering tearful labour Now hope of a sincere deal beckoning at the door No doubt heavier pocket will make light his duty Money sweetens always what is already important In every corner of the land you find among the important A teacher who rides to the market on a bicycle full of dust Because he has a family to cater for besides his duty There is no story more familiar in Kenya than a teacher’s He accepted to teach in a classroom without a door And to inspire under such sick conditions of labour The teacher has earned respect through honest labour So we must put him up there among the important Grateful we are to defender who opened him a door To enjoy the fruits and economy of perfumed chalkdust To walk an inch higher and remind all: “I am a teacher” A demonstration of honour to an age old duty We have finally woken up to our reality of duty To those who polish our brains through hard labour The doctor up the street and senator have been to a teacher The syringe makes a doctor, the chalk makes a teacher important I hope the doctor will know it is the stress and curse of chalk dust When a tired smart man consults him behind a closed door Hope is high up the sky, admin keeping a policy of open door Who are we not to encourage him in this line of duty? With further engagements we will settle the dust And render hopeful around country the classroom labour We will bring to town a statue in memory of a teacher For all sectors to know he who holds the bottom is important Hope the momentum will not blow on our faces some other dust And cut short the celebrations with humiliation for our teacher What this land has achieved in this regard is far too important
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