The School Boy Anthem

I will learn to read tomorrow When the teachers are not around When facebook becomes book face and instagram, pages of a textbook Then, my boom will be my companion. I will write the exams at my leisure time when the birds sing on every tree the moon perk and snarl like hyena and the sun shows no more of its anger then, the script shall be passed to me. I will learn to dream at dawn When papa Te where the He-goat get its waffy and mother learn to tell me why I was made a boy in her womb Then, I will spell out my dreams. I will learn to write in the classroom when we learnt gather all what griefs destroyed And grandma forgets her childhood with the angry trees in our family compound Then, I will learn to write in the class. I will attend the assembly soon When all the students are no more The field empty and scary to the eyes No praises, no clapping, no prayers, Just me and the grasses gliding through. The older boys will follow this path When Old age is no more priority And those pains in their pride abolished To the stream of lost and want This anthem shall teach that school does not build a boy. ©John Chizoba Vincent Cam'god®