One For The School

I remember the cracks in your walls;
The croaked and straight teachers.
Lost, what I was told in the Jos cold
And hush whispers of rubblerousers

I’ve sat in your womb to be molded
Your canes craving my buttocks
In the Jos cold, lost, what I was told
Do you still wear shorts and white socks?

We hated you, no reason given
Hunger made your lessons long
Lost, what I was told in the Jos cold
Making the teachers sound like a gong

If we meet again, you’d be my friend
Close enough that we’d hold hands.
Lost, what I was told in the Jos cold
Staying away from all the bad Bands.

Thomas Tee2emm Bot