The First Ever Teachers
The first ever teachers
now idle
at the entrance,
with feet benumbed.
Drunk with feelings
and wisdom being ebbed,
they fly lies,
he said – not me.
Crowned with thorns,
wearing briers
and clenching our rags
HOME we left.
Shelters mocked at us
and insults rained on us;
here, we stand again
but at the entrance.
Shall we rush into the class
as a troop
and sprinkle emotions
on the withering plants.
02/08/2020
Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2020
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