The School Boy Anthem. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I will learn to read tomorrow
When the teachers are not around
When facebook becomes book face
and instagram, pages of a textbook
Then, my boom will be my companion.

I will write the exams at my leisure time
when the birds sing on every tree
the moon perk and snarl like hyena
and the sun shows no more of its anger
then, the script shall be passed to me.

I will learn to dream at dawn
When papa Te where the He-goat
get its waffy and mother learn to
tell me why I was made a boy in her womb
Then, I will spell out my dreams.

I will learn to write in the classroom
when we learnt gather all what griefs destroyed
And grandma forgets her childhood with
the angry trees in our family compound
Then, I will learn to write in the class.

I will attend the assembly soon
When all the students are no more
The field empty and scary to the eyes
No praises, no clapping, no prayers,
Just me and the grasses gliding through.

The older boys will follow this path
When Old age is no more priority
And those pains in their pride abolished
To the stream of lost and want
This anthem shall teach that school does not build a boy.


©John Chizoba Vincent
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