School Poem by Richard Ikolo

A building with learners
Storehouse of knowledge
What a great privilege!
From you emerged leaders
The bedrock of power
The citadel of wisdom
In you lies our freedom
Succour for the sower
A cure for ignorance
Panacea for illiteracy
For those in your embassy
With much endurance
Your hands showed me the way
Your eyes like a mirror
Made me see my error
As I walk through the day
Enjoyed your breastmilk
The meat and the bones altogether
Unto you I'm grateful forever
You made me become a fine silk.