Guides Poem by priscah Mutswenje

Guides



Guides, judge with the heart
As the church demands no hurt
To fellow men within your academic hut
They may die or lie low
They may shy away hiding below
If you snap, growl, and below
At them. Or still gossip and slander
Their esteem when they plunder
Their wisdom depends on you
You may pretend to sue
But brush under the shoe
To turn their brown blue

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
i wrote this poem after having a colleague who humiliated students before other students and teachers. Sometimes, exposing too much about the ills of kids. One day I felt bitter that a child had written an auto-book that was pornographic. This girl had been rejected at a tender age by her mother. She stayed with a step grand-nanny and grandfather. She was confused. She needed guidance and spiritual intervention, but my collegue was laughing and exposing her to everyone in teh school including the males all over teh compound.
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