Student under a teacher

STUDENT UNDER A TEACHER

Asserting to fly without a wing
Pushing to swim sans gills and swing
Pledged to get proficient
Inducted to get prominent
In the hand of solicitor
Mendicity to get away with the visitor

They said we're the vanguards of tomorrow
Yet they're boarding our trips to morrow
They said we'll sail the boat across the next day
Yet they're taking the paddle away
Trying to dive up from the sea
With the help of solicitor that is dragging one beneath for all to see

Alas! there's perturb at the backroom
Who will come sweep all with broom
The leaders among us?
That are full of themselves on horse?
Those that are playing cards of fake love?
Confusion of no conviction of self love.

One day we'll all look back
And we'll wish to be taken aback
But Elvis would have left the building
And there won't be any special rebuilding
It would be too late
To go back and open the gate

It's not too late to wake up
It's only a sin not to ever make up
The clarion call for you to heed
That may make some yield
You can decide to turn the deaf ear
And you can decide to hear.

Integration is here
To battle the differentiation there
That minus one
Can be plus one
And we'll all be happy
In the hall of bounty.

© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde