The Lesson Poem by Robinson Jonathan Dare
The Lesson
Learners are we all in this spherical class
And the teachers?
This tears-ridden lesson struck
And my momentary ludicrous lunacy its evoker
You wept!
My anguish blocked my ears to your assorted wails
And blurred my eyes to your unrhythmic dances to the whips
For you who let it loose; I was with you
And for you who held it back; I shared in your howls of pains
You carriers of my misdeeds' physical burden
This cannot assuage your pains and scars
Nonetheless my grief
But still, learners shall we not cease to be
In all, i'm sorry
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5/3/2024 2:31:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is just a simple poem to express my guilt and to also say i'm sorry to some of my college students who were beaten by a superior because of my misdeeds orchestrated by my ignorance. They screamed and wailed in pains with every stroke - they wept. I couldn't help it but weep too as i buried my head in the locker counting the strokes in guilt. But these students never blamed me as some came to console me. With this, i felt i have and they too have learnt something but we ain't gonna blame our superior for what he did because we learn every day in this spherical class - earth. So, i say sorry to Yemi, Fisayomi, Tolu (Deborah) , Tosin, Skebe and others.