I AM SCARED

I’ve got a company you can count

– The lot my folks adore.

They hold a strong, rancid belief 

That I’ll ever be sore. 

 

Father had said, “Be like your bro

“He works for a big bank.

“Balance accounts just like him, son

And, me you’d later thank.”

 

Mother’s offer was easier

-She just wanted a son

Who would earn her a nice dossier

And, in rain, be her sun. 

 

They knew so well about this camp

Before I took my dive. 

And, how they warned me severally

Of the long, piercing knives.

 

Today, they have a wild, long laugh

Whene’er we sit to talk. 

They know of our unheld meetings

And lack of common chalk. 

Their eyes for me bear pity now

Whene’er I do return 

To tell of classes that don’t hold.

They, sometimes, laugh to scorn. 

 

They have told me severally

That I’m wrong to be here.

They say it matters not to them

How much I claim to care.

 

One thing they know and won’t give off

Is that my clique is bad 

And they find it one mystery 

That I claim to be glad. 

 

They’ve told me many tales

Of my life hereafter

“Don’t fool yourself, pal”, a friend said.

“You’re doomed Mr. Teacher!”

 

For the great love their hearts for me 

Do bear continually

Their eyes can’t shut over 

My clique’s anomaly. 

 

They say our camp is beautiful

-It peeves even the dung. 

They wait daily and always get

For us a scornful song. 

 

“We told you so!” I hear them rant,

As they remind me now

How to their many gestures kind

I had refused to bow. 

 

We wait for classes under trees.

Our meets aren’t regular.

And, we’d still be first to write

Exams each semester.

 

Our library is a joke

-Just few go there to read

The store of knowledge remains still 

Like a large field of weed. 

 

I’d push on with this hope

That we aren’t far from light.

But, let all and sundry know

Very deep is my fright.

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