Treasure Island

Saju Abraham

(20th March 1965 / Alwaye, Kerala, India)

Teach Them Little Ones


For an hour of disciplined session
A young mind you rape
And his thoughts you cripple
It’s your rights versus their lives

For the good of the rest
A child’s future you sacrifice
He’s a lineage’s crucial link
It’s a lineage stunted forever

For the good of our society
Each day a few voices you stifle
As you paste those kids to their seats
It’s your hands versus their vocal chords

For centuries these ghaddafis survived
Enjoying an envious status
Ruining generations of this earth
It’s educators who need shed the rhetoric

For a change let the children scream
Make a market place of your workroom
Leave dirt and wrinkles on your neat clothes
Let them learn for a change!

Submitted: Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, March 08, 2011

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