Pedagogical Woes

Pedagogical Woes

Teacher, teach me how to teach.
But all I do is stumble while others seem to fly
I have a burning torch and others I must reach
Why can't I reach up and touch the sky?

The appointed lord of darkness waves his evil wand
The pride, the passion, the love of life are tossed aside
"Robotic drones are what we need and others we will not stand"
So as the sun set on my dream, the children quietly cried

My time is over and my academic race is run
I hobble on the sidelines and cheer the others on
Another year-group breasts the tape and listens for the gun
Some will fall just like me and their dreams will soon be done

Yet another bright idea comes from way on high
It's what all teachers have been waiting for
We've not known what do, but the answer now is nigh
Two add two is fore!

From Westminster's halls of fame
Comes the vision for our land
As another sightless mind sees just what is to blame
"We must have more from less" is the answer now at hand

Somewhere in the darkness a voice still trembles yet
From beneath the rubble caused by Blunkett's bomb
"Please don't leave me, I'll be a teachers pet"
"If you'll only teach me, I will soldier on."

Graham Fewell