We teachers will never have peace
When strikes come it's worse
We march in streets with placards
singing solidarity
In decrying the state's undoing in our case
And endure scathing insults from rebels!
We teachers will never have peace
When strikes come it's worse
We imprison ourselves in our homes
And cheer our men battle it out
with the yam owner for a bigger
piece
We imprison ourselves in our homes
Feasting on the nothings we harvest
from nation building!
Our noise irritates every man
Who wants us remove stupidity from
his son
Our demands anger the very men
Who swore to help achieve our vision
As they fear we'll reduce the meat
they eat
Which together we hunt in the wild
Thus they threaten to suck us or
deny us what's rightfully ours
We return thus, without fruits of
victory!
We teachers will never have peace
When strikes come it's worse!
(c) wafula p'khisa
-Thigh of an Elephant-
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