What's A Teacher? Poem by Mohamed Mahou

A fig tree? The one that never dies,
Producing figs of knowledge yearly
A tree of life that never sleeps,
Growing leaves daily.
Among Barbary bushes,
Under the burning rays of the sun,
At the twilight of the day
The teacher tree spreads its sturdy roots,
Sturdier than the hands of Zeus
Emitting bright hope and waking any dope.
Stand up! Stand up for a teacher, mope!
He is a prophet without a Book
Ponder well over his Letter and care for the better.
No! He is the best cook
Serving you provocative meaty thoughts
With life-changing bread sauce.
O the candle of darkness! O the helping hand of the poor!
They dust it all with your overall,
Asking you to carry the can of their silly overhauls,
Caring less about you, shutting you in a dirty cell
With fifty tables and more, enclosed by four graffiti walls.
What a fool if you forgot who made you all.
O the camel of the future!
Carry the burden of the age and bring us a quick change.