Teacher

a poem by Hannah

Mother of knowledge, teacher
Mother of death and birth is the teacher
My dear, you know why?

It’s a simple task for her
Teacher can give birth to a child’s knowledge
Of course, she can make that child the great in this world
She can make that child, the Einstein of this era
And we fellows call her the best teacher
A teacher can stop the firing in a child’s mind

Of course she can make that child a mad, a criminal
Or she can make him to be in the position that society hates
Teachers are human
Yes, they have mistakes as they are human, a request, a humble one

If you don’t know how to behave as a ideal human or ideal teacher
Please don’t do that career, it’s a prestigious career that society respects
It’s your choice, am not to judge
Sorry, if I have judged you