I must shame the volumes of books
Who in their almighty prowess
Mock my integrated oblongata
I must break their spines
Turn and tore their gallant colours
Empowering lanterns, embracing candles
To scan and cram; to skip and keep;
To the arrival of the sunlight
To the takeover of the moon light
Benches of libraries are my bed
Piles of books, my pillows
I wrestle with bloodless biros
Searching depths of Einstein’s well
Agreeing with the theories of Dalton
Seeing through telescope of Galileo’s
Having to traveling my brains ashore, for
Knowledge alien to what my ancestor’s call
I read, what is not my problem
Cramming that which makes a hell of sense
And that which is a sense of hell
I must pass and pass to others
Knowledge not mine; not from my mine.
I must avenge this wretched letters
Whose author’s idea I am forced to burrow,
That which I need and most that brew sorrow
I must escape my lecturer’s serpentine hook
Cramp this mind with gigabyte books
The taller the books, the higher the marks
The higher the marks, the longer I crack
But my mind keeps resounding this:
Of what use is the hard learning
If with it there is no national earning?
Read today, lead tomorrow
Knowledge is power, power is knowledge
Knowledge ingratiates, power intoxicates
Only the canopy up can bear me witness
Of darkest night I sailed in books
Of scotching sun I bear the brute
To avenge my ancestor's illiteracy
That betters their lot in the land
But mine, the only books I read
Leaves me at the mercy of the employer
I read to forget but not forget to read
But is the black man’s mind blind
To see that which is white
Is alien and abomination to our mind?
Job is hard to find and hard the job we find
We embarrass the blissful hoe, to embrace a murderous tie
Which bind and bites the precious neck
Subjecting us no less than our pet
Of what use is an electrical engineer
Who cannot fix a bulb?
Of what use is our education
If it still brings untold starvation?
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