Teach to Learn - Learn to Teach
A boy in the corner of class
Sits and texts,
Comes to school without
His backpack.
He lounges back in his chair
No purpose,
No drive,
To simply arrive there-
To simply let his mind die there.
This rotting matter
How long it shall fester
There, in the crook of the room,
This miscreant, this jester,
He complains of school.
A girl reclines in her desk
She sits and texts,
Comes to school lacking
Her texts.
She rests her head
Too bored,
Too tired,
Simply waiting there-
Simply wasting there.
This decaying matter
How long it shall loiter
There, in the back of the room,
This ingrate, this foiler,
She ignores education.
Inspire passion
Leave an impression
Teach those students-
Those students who
Sit and text,
Without educational context.
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