From Native Eyes


From when were young,

To when were old,

 We are always learning,

From teachers to parents,

From elders to others,

But teachers act as if they alone know it all,

They yell,

They scream,

They pound their wills into the hearts of the young,

They turn a blind eye to what they don’t want to see,

They are human,

There for they are flawed,

Why so mighty as a King?



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