The walls of the land is weak
Cos the builders are on vacations
The crack reaches the peak
And there are no renovations
Soon self destruct will take place
Cos Teachers have hidden their grace
*Respect Teachers*
Parents screaming in anger
Children dying of hunger
The womb now sees it product
In a form of danger
Who can control its conduct
Only the skillful manager
*Respect teachers*
The culture is missing
Little ones in the dark are kissing
Discipline has become stagnant
So pretty Teens are getting pregnant
The counsel is on wrestling
So the young males are hustling
The world is under torment
Cos the reed of order is bent
No need for arguments
Just agree, Life is a manual
Teachers are the content
*Respect Teachers*
Tell the whole world
Teachers are the main sword
To cut, to shape, to trim, to screw open and close
When our pains gets overdosed
What springs up destroys the souls
When you trample upon our welfare
You invite the world into a warfare
Once again
They wanted vacations
But now, they are dealing with its complications
To get the world sustained
Never get teachers detained.
By Paa Asante
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